“This is the day I ride to the top,” I thought as I rose out of the saddle pedaling but then, a sprocket-thing felt like it slipped and the crank met no resistance and without motive force my bike and I lost momentum and I had to get off it and push it a few yards before getting back on and pedaling the rest of my route. I was bummed; I may have cussed. One of the other hills was pretty tough, but I had no problem riding it. The main highway back to town presented me with a not-quite-howling-but-still-strong headwind all the way in to the right turn I take before the traffic light. For a lot of the ride today, I rode like a stranger in my own body and a stranger to my bike – none of my movements coordinated well together with body or bike. Still, I got some exercise and took some pictures at a waterfall on private property a few miles from my house. Click on the pictures for larger images.
Bathing bronze and Razesa bike |
Profile in black and white because the color contrast was not good |
Not the Reichenbach falls and no Moriarty today |
Gazebo by the old house |
Red barn’s a little run-down and looks like it’s not used |
I stopped a couple of miles from home to rest a minute and drink water |
