The Wild Side

Readers of this blog fully grasp the utter blandness of my comparatively tame outings on the bicycle. I’ve been on record as referring to what I do as civilized adventuring. Some of my most excitable descriptions of being “out there” have been for something I call micro-tours. When the word epic is used in this blog, it is only allowable because of my ability to exaggerate and knowledge that you weren’t there. Not so today.
Today, I took a spin on the wild side.
Today, I joined this fixie hipster for some authentic urban action. I felt somewhat out of place on my multi-geared bike with saddle bag, while she sported the feather-weight fixed wheel in town. My colorful paint seemed silly and conspicuous next to her flat black frame dripping with attitude. You fans of Yehuda Moon, think Sister Sprocket.
We cruised city streets and the Trinity Trails. No longer on my empty gravel county roads, I was a little nervous in the midst of so many people, activity, and noise. Fortunately, she was cool as ice and boosted my confidence. It was amazing to watch what only countless hours of riding in these wild surroundings can bring to one’s skills.
I’ve got to say I think she woke up an aggressive attitude sleeping somewhere deep inside me. Or maybe it was just a powerful pull at my heart strings. Could this be love? She was such a great riding partner, I decided to bring her home. Now she’s my country riding companion.
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Sunrise Apology

I guess I should apologize for yet another sunrise photo. I’m sorry.
Although I brought the camera with me this morning, I had no intention of using it. I was going to attempt a certain loop with limited time. No nature gawking.
But when I crested this small rise, and saw the sun peeking over the trees, it seemed a shame not to share it with someone.
Had a great time, wish you were there.
And I’m really sorry.

Light Switch "On"

(light switch “on”, time to roll)

The breeze picked-up almost immediately. It blew steadily from the southwest, but it felt so good to be back on the road. Normally, windy conditions mess with my mind and test my patience. Today, however, it couldn’t touch my joy at all.
It was ALL good.

(hey, that’s me)

(a rare grove of trees)

(hilltop pause)

(late summer green pasture)

(Ganzer Road at IH-35, looking south)

(back in the quiet zone

)

News in Context

I monitor the news of the day, and shake my head in disbelief. What folly by those who lead us!

They toss aside wisdom, justice, and truth to satisfy the most destructive passions within us. Instead of leading, they appeal to the selfish interests of others to satisfy their own selfishness. Where are the grown-ups?

The reality is that, in proper context, this seemingly enormous seat of power is scoffed, and foolishness will fall. Look at the bigger picture. Irresponsible stewards will be removed and punished.
One place to go for proper context is Psalm 2. There are many others.

Consequences

view from the saddle

I have a friend who thinks that golf is a metaphor for life. He’s a golfer. I think a cycling metaphor can teach almost any life lesson. Here’s one; bad choices lead to unpleasant consequences.

Yesterday, the afternoon was hot. So I decided to skip riding in the afternoon and planned to ride early this morning. The problem is that I made poor diet choices yesterday which lead to unpleasant consequences. I didn’t sleep well (consequence 1). Because I didn’t sleep well, I didn’t get up early and ride this morning (consequence 2). Not able to ride, I went through the day agitated carrying around regret (consequence 3). Determined to solve the agitation problem, I decided to go out and ride this afternoon in the 102 (feels like 105) heat. It was unpleasant (consequence 4).

What is true here in the realm of cycling vividly illustrates a universal principle. It’s best to pay attention to our decisions, and make good ones. Sometimes those unpleasant consequences can domino on us.

A Closer Look

Funny how mechanical issues, tweaks, weather, upgrades, schedule, research, and planning change perspective. With various things going on within the stable, I’ve been encouraged to take a closer look at the A. Homer Hilsen here.
I’m enjoying a whole new level of appreciation, and it ain’t all appearance. It’s a kind of contentment.
I like it when that happens.




The Way I Like It

In heat of summer, I like an early start. On the road at 5:30am is about right.

Remote hilltop arrival before sunrise to catch the wonder in total. Cup of coffee in hand.

Wow, … for me? Thanks!

When the dry southwest breeze begins to stir, its time to pack up the gear and head back.

Watching the sun spill between the trees, and flow across the road.

Zig-zagging through the folds in the landscape.