Moving On

The original purpose behind The Fourteen Percent Ride has long since been fulfilled. So, I've decided that Mighty Proud will be the last posting. It just seems right.

But, don't worry. Or maybe you should. In any event, I plan to continue. I'll keep riding. And writing. Click here to come along in my new blog ~ The Long White Line. <-- check it out!


As I've ridden for the last two years, I've picked up on the fact that Shirley, my darling wife, has been more worried about my safety than impressed with my "accomplishments." How do I know this? Well, when I'd come back and tell her, for example, that I'd hit 53.6 mph going down FO, she'd reply, "I don't want to hear it." Being the sensitive sort I figured out, after many such comments, that just maybe we were not on the same page here. But last week, she told me that she would "greatly reduce her focus on the 'fear for my safety' issue." We talked about the tour, looked at some maps, researched nutrition suggestions on the internet, and so on, just enjoying the idea of the ride. How nice is that? Thank you, Shirley!

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

One of Those Days

It was "one of those days." Just sort of dragging along. A feeling like something missing*, an out-of-sorts sort of day. Maybe it was a three day weekend with two good rides then being back in the office on a nice day. But to top it off, there was a snafu with a credit card that I had to sort out late in the day. It's a long story and I won't go into it here. But what will happen is a week or two of inconvenience. Oh well.

* if you find it, let me know!

So, back to riding. When I got home I was debating with myself about going out. I won and got on the bike and headed south. The plan was a short, easy ride. I think it is what you would call a recovery ride. A thunderstorm had moved through town earlier, but is was a wonderful afternoon. About 6 miles from home, I turned on Mohawk Valley Road and headed up the hill. Trees are fully leafed-out and the winding road is shaded and cool. A little way from the highway, the road starts up, clinging to one side of the hill. Trees rise up and hang over the road on my left. To my right, the hill falls away into a valley with a small stream. I sit up straight, hold the top of the handlebars and enjoy the ride. Thinking about, well nothing except that it is good to be riding. At the top, the road winds around numerous farms perched on the high ridge. I roll along for a few miles then come up on the church mentioned in yesterday's post. A long descent down County K, a short run back up the river, a side trip to Subway and home, another 23.6 miles. Not so much training today as therapy. I feel better. It was one of those days.

Total ~ 1650.7 miles

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

A beautiful ride - what could be missing??**