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.
Pondero 
While riding solo has its merits, it is pleasant to have good company. Glad you got out and rode!Peace 🙂
Hey, when he gets good, he can carry the stuff for the old guy!
Luckly I can get a peek into what others will try to get you to pull over on me. Carry your stuff?!? I feel pretty old myself right now.The pain is setting in tonight…
Cycling truly is a contagious affliction. Glad to see you're doing your part to share it with those more impressionable.
I guess we'll have to send Michael an invite to join BABBLE.
What a minute, I must have nodded off, did Steve call me old?Good idea on the BABBLE invitation. I'll ask him about that.