The musings of a kid colliding with middle age with the grace of an angry hippo, racing, on ice.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Longest Ride so far, Shortest Ride so far
Hottie in the saddle last summer
Before I get rolling on this subject; please indulge me. I used to take great umbrage when MSWord or the like would correct words I didn’t want corrected as I typed them. Now when my fingers say wehn i tpye thansk it comes out when I type thanks and I’m okay with that. In fact, when I type something close and it doesn’t correct it, I am torn between thinking my spelling program is stupid, and outright frustration that it didn’t correct the spelling. I end up thinking, “I’ve actually got to hit backspace and retype it?” The origins of laziness are born.
This weekend I got up early (DST and all) and rode down for the team ride on Sunday. I rode with the lads and then a mile from hot coffee I turned right and rode home. It was just over 62 miles (100k for my European followers). It didn’t even faze me. I could have gone another fifty and not flinched. I didn’t even realize it was my longest ride until today. After I got home and cleaned up, Hottie had her 2010 debut on the road two months and two days since her surgery. We went for a short ride on the Burke Gilman trail and she did great. I checked and the ride with her was my shortest ride of the year as well. I sincerely enjoyed them both. I think the latter was more fun because I got to kiss the person I rode with.
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