My husband and I were on the bike last night for the first ride of 2010. Other bikers had certainly gone out before us but with our work schedules and many evening meetings we had missed the good riding days that had snuck in so early this year. Finally on St. Patrick's Day we donned our chaps, jackets, boots and helmets and fired up the bike which was raring to go due to a trickle charge feeding it all through those wintery days of garage hibernation.
As we rolled up Moffet Avenue the sun was low but willing to oblige us and then - we were riding.
Riding. Glorious indescribable irreplaceable glee – RIDING – at last!
Heading down South Street/Rt. 44 we figured we had about a half hour before daylight ebbed. That's just a morsel of biking. Not really a ride - just a spin of the wheels. But boy did it feel good. I wanted to throw my arms up like a kid on a roller coaster but instead squeezed the love of my life to let him know I appreciated the moment and him. Bob waited a bit to really open it up – and good thing he did as our devoted local police were tucked up a drive just a ways down the road. Once we were past Best Preserve and into a faster speed zone, the new pipes got to announce our acceleration and we flew away from our daily duties. It was so sweet to empty my mind and let the wind and world rush past.
Blessed relief. We're back on the bike.
Now if only my fat face fit inside my helmet a bit better. Gotta work on that. But later – for now we just ride.
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