On Tuesday, I rode the Miyata to one of my favorite scenic overlooks, and I took the hilliest of the two or three possible routes to get there, in order to impose fitness on the fat of my body. Surprised and pleased was I to ride the entire way without having to walk or stand up out of the saddle. The Falls, when I reached them, were swollen with rainwater, and loud, roaring. I stood on a boulder across from the bronze statue of a diminutive female bather, snapped a couple of picture of the Miyata with the bather, the Falls, and shot an Iphone video, as well. My bicycle shoes didn’t grip well, and I was careful not to fall off the rock onto the path below. Here are a few of the photos I took:
“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.