Un-Epic

The word “epic” refers to a long narrative poem written in elevated style, in which heroes of great historical or legendary importance perform valorous deeds. The setting is vast in scope, covering great nations, the world, or the universe, and the action is important to the history of a nation or people.

In stark contrast, there is what I am usually involved with on Saturday mornings.  Un-epic.

A delightfully sunny and crisp 35 degrees at roll-out, warming up to about 55 degrees. There was a steady NW breeze at about 10mph.  This ride went basically southeast, point-to-point.  So, yeah, no heroes at all…it was tailwind the entire way.

There were no valorous deeds, just cruising down a trail in search of a good brew-up spot.

Not vast in scope. Just about 40 miles total, and about an hour was spent sitting comfortably on a river bank.

There was freshly, brewed coffee, and a couple of donuts. They were quite satisfying, but definitely not important to the history of a nation or people.

Instead of pedaling back home, Mrs. Pondero arrived with a pick-up truck at the trail head, and we drove off to get a couple of giant burgers for lunch. Un-epic.

At least, the main character does get the girl at the end.