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#330daysofbiking update: cycled 219 of past 240 days, 127 days remain.

 

day 1 of the next 25 years

 

“holding hands”

 

Yesterday was our 25th wedding anniversary.   There were beautiful flowers, heartfelt messages and cards, and a lovely romantic dinner, reminiscent of our trip to Italy… yet how does one even begin to write meaningful post about something like this, without sounding like a smarmy greeting card?  I had to leave that to my beloved partner, friend and husband – Mark.  He sent me an email early this morning:

Happy Day 1 of the next 25 years!

Yes.  Just ….. yes. 🙂

As we near Thanksgiving, and celebrate this personal milestone, I am reminded of how beautiful my life is, that I am well-loved by an amazing and inspiring family, and that I can think of no person I would rather continue on this journey with than my husband Mark.

A very happy Day 1.

 

25 years later... (Steamboat Springs, CO - March 2010)

the center of my universe - my family (Washington DC by bike, October 2008)

 

small victories

Managed to get on the bike late today.  Not long, not fast … stiff-knee’d and not exactly pretty,  but chalk one up for #330daysofbiking (day 213).

Me: 1
Squirrels and Stupid: 0

Small victories. 🙂

adventures of StupidGirl

 

thinks I need a knee helmet (?)

 

Put a beautiful afternoon, a beautiful bicycle, and very stupid girl together and what do you get?   (Yeah … can I please get a do-over?)

The good news: appears to be no fracture, which should be confirmed today by the radiologist – just a scraped knee the size of a grapefruit and a heart-breaking abrasion on my beautiful Elisabetta. (Sniff…).  Fortunately limited to the front carrier – basically no other scratches on her.   But still, the bike injury weighs on me more than the knee.  I have been assured, however, that she can be rehabilitated (both my husband and nephew are skilled in auto restoration, bodywork).

I don’t even have a spectacular story behind this; it was just a big dose of stupid.  Riding on an empty and quiet neighborhood street, no traffic, nothing around, … a moment of inattention, a slip of the front wheel off the edge of the pavement, and an over-correcting cartwheel.  All at the speed of about <2 mph.  Yes, I am talented.  (And yes, I always wear a helmet).

And I think I heard a couple of squirrels laughing.

 

my poor, poor Elisabetta ….

 

For today, it is no riding for StupidGirl … just ice and some couch-time with a book and FoodNetwork.  But here are a few of the pictures from the beautiful day it was (pre-crash).

*Note:  No small animals (or camera equipment) were harmed during this mishap.  Thankfully.

 

November-ness

next time, I will try and fall into the leaves, rather than onto the pavement

#330daysofbiking Day 211 ~ Elisabetta, before she got hurt (LensBaby)

the good samaritan

wind, rain, sky drama ... and a bike ride 😉

Are there days when you actually shouldn’t be out riding around on a bike?  I don’t know.  But apparently the woman who stopped her car as I was standing along the road snapping a few pictures thought so.

“Can I give you a ride home?”

“Oh … no thank you, I’m fine.  Just taking a few pictures,” I say.

“Um… well, ok.”  (Looking at me sideways, apparently assessing my state of mental health).

“But thanks for asking,”  I say with a smile, trying to assure her that I had a functioning brain underneath my helmet.

Maybe if she could just see the sky the way I saw it today, from the seat of my bike … would she understand?

I didn't spot any Holsteins flying through the air...

#330daysofbiking Day 210

 

rain delirium

 

practicing for living somewhere like … Portland?

 

I have some “nice” fall color biking photos from days prior … but today, while I was riding in the rain, I was thinking about friends in Portland and the Pacific Northwest.  (And yes, also snowbound Minneapolis, @bikerly, @blueallez, and @myrnacgmibus).   In my mind, cities like Portland, Seattle, and Amsterdam are my idea of cycling nirvana.  And Minneapolis.   I see the videos, the pictures, read about the bicycle culture, the rideshare, the cupcakes (big incentive), and converse with a few friends who live there in the midst of it.  I am fairly convinced that I belong there.

And then I ride on a cold, grey and damp day and wonder if I really would have what it takes?  I can easily do a few days here and there in crappy weather, but am I really cut out for months on end of this kind of kind of stuff?   I dunno.  The cupcakes I could definitely do on a daily basis.  The rain riding, well … ?

For now, I ride in it … just to practice.  And to pre-qualify.  😉

#330daysofbiking Day 209 ~ in the rain

 

iFauxlaroid selfportrait

losing daylight

twilight with cows

I love this time of year.  And I don’t.  The air is cool, dry and crisp … the leaves are falling … the mornings are edged with frost.  And it gets dark much too early.

While the squirrels hide away nuts and acorns, I’m filled with the urge to cook and bake.  Pumpkin and spice muffins, soups, squashes.  Warm and fragrant comfort foods – the things I crave after being outside and riding in the cool weather.

The #330daysofbiking count:  have ridden 203 of the past 223 days; 144 days remaining.  Ride on. 😀

white cow, white bike

colors of solitude

still life