Tuesday, June 09, 2015
Saturday I was able to get away and get a ride in. Thanks to my wonderful wife. A couple of miles in, half way down the rail trail, I look up and see a sharped shin hawk fly over head, just a few feet over my head. I could see individual feathers on its belly. I take a right off of the rail trail and across the bypass and don't see a car for nearly twenty miles. I turn on the forestry road an I am immediately thankful for the wider tires as the road are in bad shape from all the spring storms we've had. I round a bend and there is a gate across the road that wasn't there before. The sign says no motor vehicles, that isn't me, so I continue. I don't see another soul except for the guy on a mountain bike with his two dogs off in the distance. The take a trail off of the road and disappear into the woods. I manage some very scetchy descents on loose, rough gravel and some nasty climbs on the same. I was so glad to finally feel buttery smooth asphalt under my wheels. A few more miles to home and still very little traffic. Then there was the middle aged guy in the corvette convertible. He passed so close I could see each of the half dozen hairs on his comb over and I'm sure he got a couple of drops of my sweat on him. Some people have to compensate for certain inadequacies. He took a left at the light and I went straight and was soon home with a little more that thirty miles in with more than twelve dirt and legs that didn't want to work quite right for the rest of the day.