When Fall arrives, the ability to ride (and survive) afternoon rides is restored. So, in addition to my traditional Saturday morning ride, I go out for the occasional Sunday afternoon cruise around the neighborhood.
I figured you might need a break from the “bike leaning against a barbed wire fence” shot, so here’s a few images of a bicycle actually being ridden. Sorry about the model.
Cheers!
All of north central Texas celebrates when that first little puff of coolish air arrives near summer’s end.
We all have our methods of celebration, and mine involves the bike, coffee outside, and a little hammock hanging.
The joy of spending time outside artificially cooled air must be like Mrs. Pondero’s dogs rolling in the dirt after a bath.
I’ve become fond of riding out to the State Park and finding out-of-the-way places to listen to the breeze and watch time go by.
A second breakfast, including freshly brewed coffee, pulls my sense of taste into the celebration.
My micro-tour gear is not what one would call ultra-light, but it is mighty comfortable.
When it seemed enough of the day went by, I pedaled a little more on the trails in the park, packed up my gear, and “unhurried” my way home. It is most definitely time to prepare for camping season Texas.
Didn’t take many photos today. Didn’t really even have my brain on. Just four hours of pedaling around. Sort of mindless rambling.
Judging from the photos, and from the general feeling of contentment…must have been a pretty good time.
Under the shade of the pecan tree, and under the Lone Star flag, they still gather.
Out there in Denton County, next to the rock wall of the courthouse, they come from all directions. First two or three, then another one…or two, they just keep coming.
They bring their chairs. They bring their smiles, good will, and they bring acoustic instruments.
And they fill the air with the kind of sweet, authentic music you can’t get with some kind of electronic gadget.
