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Lonnie Wormley enjoying pastoral hay fields on Eight Mile Road I have been gradually building up the muscles in my hip.  Today I could tell that they were stronger than a few weeks ago.  I measure the strength in the hip joint muscles above my right femur when I stand up and pedal up small hills.  When I tried to do this a few months ago my stronger left leg would greatly over power my crank and my right leg could not keep pace while I was standing.  I could only compensate for the week right hip by sitting when I rode on my sissy bike.  Today was the first time that I was able to maintain good balance and pedal up several hills while standing.  I am pleased with my gradual approach to rehabilitating my hip. Pastoral hay fields on Eight Mile Road Today was a wonder ride for a summer evening.  The wind was slight giving just enough breeze to evaporate the sweat off of my skin and keep me cool.  I love riding in the early evening as it is usually low traffic and the long rays

Lonnie Wormley at the Albany Museum of Art Evening rides During the month of July I have been riding my bike on Saturday and Sunday evenings. After a day of working on my house and performing various yard and renovation projects I take time to ride my Trek Pure through the neighborhood streets of the city that I love.  Riding my bike is always a transcendental experience for me and I enjoy the peace of mind that comes from rhythmically moving my body on a bike through quite neighborhood streets. This past weekend the weather made for some cooler rides than earlier in the month.  Rain showers were a pleasant treat on Saturday's ride.  Riding in the summer rain is one of the simple pleasures that I enjoy this time of year.  Not many cyclist that I know in Albany look forward to getting wet on their bikes.  When was the last time you intentionally rode a bike through a deep puddle of water on purpose? Go with the flow, it's just a game Planning my route in advance nev

Sunday nights are a lot of fun for me.  In the summer I love to ride my bike around in the dark.  The sound of cicadas , crickets and frogs fills the night with a symphony of sound as I listen to my bicycle cassette keeping tempo. My heart is racing at the Ray Charles memorial in downtown Albany, GA I use to never worry about matching my cycling gear.  Until moving to Georgia I only bought black cycling shorts and jerseys that were on sale.  I would always grab what ever was on top in my drawer and hit the road.  When I started riding with a cycling group here in Albany, I started wearing bib shorts with matching jersey tops.  Well now I am getting back to my style, kit bashing and wearing what ever is on top of the pile .  Tonight my heart was racing but my legs knew better. Kit Bashing Meandering through Albany neighborhoods and winding into downtown is one of my favorite things to do on my bike.  The peace and solitude of being on a bike and not caring where I end

The view ahead The view behind I wanted to continue my consecutive days of riding my bike. I decided to ride down a bar ditch trail near my house. My goal is to ride everyday at least two miles. I am slowly getting my confidence on mountain bike. I saw three small deer in the woods area near this bar ditch road that I was riding.  

Black Thumper parked in my office. No rest for web developers when a new site has to be complete by a deadline date.  This is my seventh day in a row working long hours. I decided to forgo driving my truck to work like I did for the past two non-scheduled work days.  My commuter is in the local bike shop for repairs, so I decided to ride Black Thumper to work.  One thing I have learned through bike commuting, if you ride your bike to work you will always have time to ride your bike.  Riding my bike also is a de-stressing activity. I took some dirt alleys and was chased by some dogs that got out of their yards.  Nothing like the thrill of racing to get away from rabies shots on a commute.  The rear trunk rides perfect on this bike.  I put my tennis shoes in it along with my trusty Thermos full of Bullet Proof Coffee.

With the weekend coming to a close I decided to take a evening ride out to Leary.  I have not been on this route for some time.  I use to bike commute this route a few times each month. HWY 55 is such a joy to ride as it has low traffic and lots of things to enjoy.  As I ride on HWY 55 I pass small ranches, farms with horses, pecan groves and fields of cotton and corn. Da Brim works great for sharing my eyes from the sun. This is GA HWY 55 looking south 8 miles from Leary