Posts tagged ‘road bike’
To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before and which shall never be seen again.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Road ride today. I wan’t quite confident in the weather to be rain-free. So no pannier, no dry bag, and hence – no DSLR today, just the pocket point-and-shoot Lumix. Which I came to regret, because my eyes were popping … the fields were amazing today. On fire with red clover and yellow buttercups. And a few daisies.
A pretty peaceful and quiet ride, one that I wished I could have extended a few miles longer. But it was another tennis day for Grant, and against one of the tougher teams in the district, so I really wanted to be there to cheer them on. (Guess I didn’t cheer loud enough; defeat.) 😦
I’ll leave the rest of the ride story to the pictures … not much I can really say. The fields – you’d just have to see it; photos could never capture the scope of the endless color.
Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.
~ Conor Oberst
A beautiful Easter Sunday here, another sunny morning. Had a wonderful morning and Easter brunch with everyone at home – including some delicious blueberry pancakes. 😀 After brunch, Mason, Dillon and I went for a quick ride near home. It was great to get out with the boys one more time before the weekend came to a close.
In the afternoon, it was time for everyone to get back to life-as-we-know-it. Mark headed off the the airport, Ross was getting a ride back to school with his room-mate, and I headed out to take Mason back to school in Clarksville. Oh well – we had a wonderful weekend, lots of laughter, some great riding, and just happy for time spent together.
It’s after midnight as I sit here pulling the pictures and posting this … time to sign off!
Some light rain passed through, and the sun came out. Had a relaxed Saturday afternoon road ride with Mark and the boys. Since Mason has his Roubaix at school, we were short a road bike. Ross toughed it out and rode my mountain-turned-commuter bike, and we had a great spin around the local countryside.
Dillon and Grant arrived back home from the recording session in Knoxville, and we are headed out for a wonderful dinner at Cafe Roma. Not sure I pedaled quite enough to cover the calories to be consumed, but hoping I can make it up over the remaining #27daysofbiking. 😉
It’s been kind of a scattered few weeks. Lots of miscellany. People coming and going. Different days with different rides. Here is a sampling (although I’m leaving alot of the mundane, like grocery-getting).
The picture above was a box of ‘stuff’ that son Mason forgot, and subsequently decided he wanted shipped to college. So I packed his box, and took along some recycling to drop off, thankful as always to the trusty Xtracycle.
I still get out on the roadbike a few times a week, simply for recreation and to clear my head. I visit with the cows. On the day I took this shot, I had seen a newborn calf being attended to by his mother. I think he had to be only hours old. I was a little concerned about him being left out in the open with a storm brewing – yes, I’m ridiculous. I rode by the farm a few days later and ran into the farmer. When I asked about the calf, he said both calf and mother were shipped off to a different farm – actually just up our road a bit – because he doesn’t typically keep the little ones around his place.
When errands take me into town, I like to utilize the Greenway as much as I can. We’ve started to have the beautiful fall temps, and it’s nice to pick up a sandwich from Gardner’s Market and stop for a lunch break at on of the picnic tables along the Greenway.
Lately, when I’m not on the Xtracycle, I’ve been taking my mountain bike around town and to the YMCA to swim. I used to take the road bike, but got tired of repairing flats from all of the junk that’s on the roads around here. The mountain bike and the Xtracycle have puncture-resistant tires, which makes a big difference. (In my aggravation level, if nothing else).
We’ve hauled some goofy stuff by Xtracycle, and I will include the weedeater in that list. Had to take it in to be repaired (after Mark tried everything he could think of himself), and I know I got a few stares along the way, with the thing sticking out the back. Oh well. Just call me Crazy Bike Lady.
Someday I hope I will live in a place where I’m not looked upon as such an oddity – carrying boxes, weedeaters, small trees, etc. Someplace like Portland, or Seattle, or Amsterdam, or wherever … where people ride bikes and do amazing things on their bikes. And it all seems normal.