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My own ‘backyard’

February 22nd, 2017 – Wednesday

Can you believe today was 54 degrees? I was running around frantically getting ready to ride, as I waited for a repairman to fix the refrigerator. I don’t quite have my gear and routine of going for a ride streamlined, so I’ll be frantic for a while in my quest to make it normal. The weather is still erratic so dressing and planning is a challenge. Many of my rides are centered around feeding the horses, so my routes as of now are in one general area. I usually start out with a plan, but along the way other roads present themselves and if I have time I stretch my ride as much as I can. I did that today and found myself just stopping to take in the moments. I think sometimes we all take our hometown for granted and don’t appreciate what it has to offer. How I ever did that here is beyond me.

Whenever I spend time near the ocean I feel like I’m on vacation. Well, we live on the edge of a huge bay. I never really thought about that because our house is not on the water. On this day I went on one of the ocean roads and I just stopped to think about where we live. I normally ride away from the water because there is less traffic. But our little town has gorgeous water views everywhere you look. I stopped to take it all in, with one foot clipped in and one foot on the ground, always ready to go, when I realized that I was not in a hurry. Why do I always ride as if I’m late for something? Here I was on this beautiful road on the side of the water

Riding in my backyard

And I couldn’t relax enough to enjoy it? So I clipped out of the pedal and got off the bike to smell and just be…

I was reveling in that moment, sipping coffee and pondering the water. After about 10 minutes I was on the bike again. I had just gotten up to speed when this ‘fast(er)’ rider whizzed by me as I huffed up a small hill (by the way: most of them are faster than me, I could blame that on my Townie for now, but truth be told, I am slow on Roadie also). Not expecting more, another rider went by. Now it’s normal to speed up when getting passed, and I had with the first rider, so after the second guy I caught them both, and for just under a minute, I stayed in their mini-peloton. The road inclined up at that point, so I uh … dropped back 🙂 Huffing and puffing, my little engine slowly lifted and pushed those pedals around and around, until finally cresting the hill, having totally lost sight of those riders, oh well 🙂

**  Peloton is a group of riders and usually refers to the main group in a race. With more riders, the peloton is very fast because riders take turns being up front and ‘pulling’ the rest. As they get tired they do some type of signal that they are dropping back. Then they go to the rear and take advantage of the draft, while they slowly make their way to the front again, by way of others dropping to the back. It’s kind of like a Ferris wheel.

Cycling in February – IN SHORTS

February 8th, 2017
The ever changing New England weather allowed me to ride in shorts today! It was 55 degrees when I started and I was able to do an actual ride before heading over to the barn. Cycling shoes adorned my feet, as well as bike shorts and biking gloves. My route meandered through the outskirts of Warren and looped back to the barn. I was rolling along pretty well when my legs started feeling like lead, as if I were knee deep in mud. (In the past, I have unknowingly ridden with the brake on. It was in Kentucky on a tandem with my mother, and we were looking at each other like; is she pedaling (?), why is she slacking off so much(?)) But on this day, I dismounted and as I hunched over my bike, I checked the brakes, the fender, the chain and the kickstand. Finding nothing, I circled the machine, hoping for a clue. There had to be something. As I checked the spin of the rear tire once more, the basket freely lifted up as I used it to raise  the tire off the ground, aha. (I won’t be using the basket to raise the bike up any more!) Okay, the basket was loose and bearing down on the rear fender, which of course was very close to resting on the tire. A bolt had worked it’s way loose and fallen out. Searching through my bag of clothes, hats, keys and such, I found nothing, but the bungy cord holding my ‘just in case’ stash was just what I needed. I used it to secure the braces of the basket to the seat post. We humans are awesome how we can use a little ingenuity to figure things out. Usually I don’t have to because I’m with someone else. That someone else knows how to fix things, I am not in that category. But on this 55 degree ‘winter’ day, in my bike shorts, on the side of a busy -Rte. 6-type- of road, I conquered a pesky problem and was able to enjoy the free wheeling ride over to the barn to feed our waiting beasts.