Got out this morning for a short ride on my Bridgestone RB-2... one of my few "racing" bikes... circa 1992. One of those bikes that kind of inspires spirited riding... note that I didn't say "fast"! Truth be told, while I was zipping along on my way out of town, feeling alive and strong and fast, a guy in full race kit on some modern high end bike went past me like I was standing still. Okay, maybe not standing still, but definitely out of his league.But that's ok with me. I'm happy to ride my own version of "fast" (ish) and still stop and take a few pictures of the beautiful day happening around me.
Gorgeous morning... chilly! Probably about 40 degrees when I went out, wearing a long sleeve wool jersey and cycling tights and wool gloves, plus a windbreaker. Frost on the brush, low angle of the sun in the sky, creatures stirring to start their day or to retreat into the woods for the day. A cluster of 5 - 6 does lingering in the middle of the path, then running into the woods at my approach. The kind of morning that reminds me of mornings long ago when I would accompany my dad on his bird hunting trips. I never got into hunting... just not my thing. Still those were gorgeous mornings, up and out early, in a beautiful setting, spending time with my dad doing something he loved.A good start to my day today.
2 comments:
I rarely see a kitted-out "superbiker" if the temperature is below 50 degrees. They all seem to vanish in cold weather. There are some FAST commuters out there though.
Good going! We are not yet in the 40s here in Texas, but we will get there probably in a short bit.
It is a different kind of riding to ride in low temps.
Paz :)
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