It’s not that I bundled up and ventured out into the cloudy, chilly day. It’s not that I spent more time in the saddle than any other day so far this year. It’s not even that I thoroughly enjoyed the coffee shop stop with its pastry goodness.
It’s about the recruit. This young whipper-snapper friend of mine joined me for a significant portion of my ride today. He seemed at least mildly amused reading about my micro-tour adventures, so he was recruited to get out and join me on a two wheel excursion. I don’t think he’s done much riding, but with a little coaching, it’s obvious that he’ll be able to put the hurt on me in no time.
No coaching for the recruit.