Satisfying Work

Sometimes climbing can be a struggle. Sometimes, as effort increases, pace decreases, and bringing the pedal over the top of each stroke is a deliberate and determined act of will. There are others times, however, in which climbing is satisfying work. It is a task with more than ample rewards.
The north Texas prairie grass is about knee-high now, and spring winds move across it in waves. Like an eager surfer, I look over my shoulder and see the swell rise hundreds of yards away. I see it approach before I feel it, and anticipate the exact moment the gust will arrive and thrust me forward.
In more tranquil times, I keep a steady rhythm. But instead of counting each monotonous revolution of the crank arms, I count the colors of wildflowers growing along the road.
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A Bath and New Shoes

After a long wet winter, and a somewhat soggy early spring, Homer was finally washed up. It seemed like a great time to try those highly-praised Hetre tires. They DO seem to roll nicely, but the extra width means I’m going to need to get used to a little slower handling.
It seems like maybe he’s standing just a little prouder today…