On Sunday May 7 I went on a late evening ride. I knew I was going to be riding after dark and I was looking forward to it. riding in the dark on country roads was one of the fears in my life that I overcame due to my desire to bike commute. Riding around in the city is fun at night, but going down a country road when it is pitch black is a thrill. I have a wonderful lighting system on my bike that generates power for my head light and tail light. I have no problem seeing when it is dark and I am visible to the full extent of the law to motorists who are not driving distracted.
My hip is getting stronger and I am really appreciating the fact that I use to ride 50 miles on a one way bike commute. I seem to always get the wow factor after I have accomplished something amazing only when I can no longer do what I thought at the time was not enough. I was recalling this fact when I remembered one of my favorite songs, These Are The good Old Days by Carly Simon. It took me a while to fully understand the meaning of this song, but as I was riding my bike on Sunday I had the time to reflect on being in the moment and appreciating the beauty around me right now. I am so glad to be able to get on a bike and ride again.
Riding down Mud Creek Road this evening was a joy. One of the highlights of this road is the Beggars Bush property. There are usually some nice horses in the pasture, but when I see them I rarely take time to stop and take a picture. This evening I did stop to get a shot of the main entrance to the property. For you Rolling Stones fans this property always reminds me of my favorite Stones album, Beggars Banquet. I would love to have a cycling event where we ride to this property and have a picnic in the pasture. I would call it The Beggars Banquet. Beggars Bush on Mud Creek Beggars Bush Main road Te Seven at Beggars Bush On a technical note I was testing my USB charging interface on my Garmin GPS tracker. I rode for 90 minutes and the Garmin stayed charged at 100%. This confirms that I can ride all day and not use the internal battery on the Garmin. At night I will disconnect the USB interface and run my light and let th...
I think I am ready to write about one of the scariest days of my life. Funny thing is that I do not remember the horrific details, but I will write what my friends tell me what happened when I was unconscious or just do not remember. On Monday morning March 17, 2014 I put on my #Bicycle Commuter Cabal green jersey and headed to work. It was drizzling slightly, but it was warm. I had my yellow rain jacket on and three tail flashers on my bike, two red and one white. I left my house about 6:15 AM and started my 25 mile commute to work. This commute takes me about one hour and thirty minutes. I was taking an easy pace because I had just finished a big 145 mile ride to St. Mark's on Friday so I jut wanted to relax today. Everything went as usually until I was riding on the short stretch of Newton Road (HWY 91). I do not remember turning on to HWY 91 so everything that I write from here on is from what my friends have told me. I was struck from behin...
The next time you see a bike commuter take the time to ask them when was the last time they had a cold or if they get flu shots. I bet that most bike commuters can not remember when they were sick last. As a bike commuter I ride my bike all year, rain or shine. When I ride all year I hardly ever get sick. I believe that my immune system stays strong because I am outside riding my bike at a minimum of three hours each day. During that time I am breathing hard and sucking in all sorts of pollen and man made pollutants. As a result of exposure to these air borne particles and the ever changing weather my body adapts to the seasonal changes and thus stays in sync with nature and I remain healthy and vibrant all year. If you are a cyclist and your agree or disagree with this fact post your comments so non cyclist reading this will be convinced to start riding everyday to stay healthy. This morning I started my bike commute of 51 miles at 5 ...
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