heaven
Today was going to be the usual Saturday routine. Meet in Columbia at 8, ride a couple hours and put in a few efforts and pray that Giuseppe was not feeling too aggressive.
This morning, however, I was running ahead of schedule and the weather was nice and cool for a summer morning. With nothing better to do, I chose to leave early and get in a nice casual ride before settling into the more serious riding. I could not have made a better decision.
I rolled out of the parking lot toward Rt 3. Miraculously, the always red stoplight glowed a glorious green and I rolled right through up to Main Street. I was in no hurry as I rolled along, pedaling the 53x16 a moderate cadence.
Cherry Street presented a good little challenge as it rose upwards. Correspondingly, I too rose out of the saddle and pushed my way up the steep climb with a gentle rocking motion. Cresting the hill, the early morning sun became visible after hiding behind the hill I had just climbed. The soft morning light bathing the century old gravestones in the cemetery in a warm glow.
My long shadow kept me company, just off my left shoulder, with each gentle roller. Insects were squawking, Frogs were croaking. Birds were chirping. The rolling farmland of corn and soy were nearing full growth.. A startled deer began bounding across one field of soy as I came into view. A little further down the road a shiny, new looking silver farm silo was gleaming.
I rode a sold 25 minutes in this little slice of bucolic heaven without a single car passing me in either direction. Eventually a few cars drove past me. All good things must come to an end. Still, this mornings ride was the type of ride that reminds you of the pure joy of cycling. No intervals. No competition. No guilt for riding comfortably. Simply, a great morning.
This morning, however, I was running ahead of schedule and the weather was nice and cool for a summer morning. With nothing better to do, I chose to leave early and get in a nice casual ride before settling into the more serious riding. I could not have made a better decision.
I rolled out of the parking lot toward Rt 3. Miraculously, the always red stoplight glowed a glorious green and I rolled right through up to Main Street. I was in no hurry as I rolled along, pedaling the 53x16 a moderate cadence.
Cherry Street presented a good little challenge as it rose upwards. Correspondingly, I too rose out of the saddle and pushed my way up the steep climb with a gentle rocking motion. Cresting the hill, the early morning sun became visible after hiding behind the hill I had just climbed. The soft morning light bathing the century old gravestones in the cemetery in a warm glow.
My long shadow kept me company, just off my left shoulder, with each gentle roller. Insects were squawking, Frogs were croaking. Birds were chirping. The rolling farmland of corn and soy were nearing full growth.. A startled deer began bounding across one field of soy as I came into view. A little further down the road a shiny, new looking silver farm silo was gleaming.
I rode a sold 25 minutes in this little slice of bucolic heaven without a single car passing me in either direction. Eventually a few cars drove past me. All good things must come to an end. Still, this mornings ride was the type of ride that reminds you of the pure joy of cycling. No intervals. No competition. No guilt for riding comfortably. Simply, a great morning.
