In my head, I’m always composing blog posts. Like this silly narration in the back of my head – this is what we’re doing and this is how I will tell it. And then time comes to sit in front of the computer and poof – all my creativity has fled, my mental blog post nowhere to be seen. I’m left with little more than a dry recounting of events in more or less sequential order – and around 500 pictures that I’m responsible for giving context to, or why take them at all. What I write here are not my most inspiring, most thoughtful words. They apparently are what is left over. I always read and admire my friend Professor Dave’s blog, 327 words for being interesting and insightful and – well fluid. From a blogging point of view he’s one of several narrative pivot points, or touchstones for me. Not just to compose my blogs or writing thusly, but his blog reminds me to take a moment and step back and take a look around. I appreciate that. If I could only manage to retain it long enough to get to my computer to blog about it, I’d be set.
Well on the note of dry recounting, I’ll quote what I posted on the forums last night after the ride.
Not great pictures
Today was a good ride. Couldn’t have asked for better weather, or frankly better company. Our route took us over the ferry to Bainbridge Island, to Alastair’s folks house to meet his dad (Robin) and take a breather, and then over to the Kingston Ferry and back on this side of the water to Edmonds and back south to grub at the Park(?) Pub. I don’t think we set any records in terms of distance, around 35-40 miles I guess, but there were a couple banner hills to climb and at the end of the day we were happy and tired satisfied.
Thanks for a nice ride gang. Looking forward to next Sunday.
I think the only thing I left out of there was we walked around Classic Cycles after we got off the ferry on Bainbridge which was really neat. There were all these old and odd and clever bicycles built decades ago. The owner also helped us plan our days route. LBS ftw! We also at one point stopped and helped two little girls pedaling around their neighborhood. Their chain kept falling off. Cutest moment ever.
Lee mapped our route – http://tinyurl.com/ct52an at around 38 miles.
I’m becoming a stronger rider physically, but mentally I am too I think. Of the two I think the latter is the harder for me. The Pacer – the more I ride her the more I like her. What a stellar bike. Not the lightest bike in the stable at 27lbs (full fenders and front CETMA rack). It is by far the smoothest bike I’ve ridden. Surly was right – it’s an all-day bike. I rode light – spare tire fixins went into that little saddle bag under my saddle, pump got mounted to my bottle cage mounts, and I tossed a pair of arm warmers and a multi-tool in the pocket of my Gore-tex, rolled it up and strapped it to the front rack. No bag for me! Riding light is totally the way to go.
For no good reason I wasn’t feeling particularly talkative on the ride so mostly kept to myself, let my brain sorta laze along, doing it’s own thing. The weather was just immaculate. Made me really appreciate spending time out there. As soon as we got off 305 and onto the back roads, it was literally all good from there. Rolling hills, a couple big hills to bomb. Mentally I was rite. Even getting off the ferry and climbing out of Edmonds and up that monster retarded long hill… well it wasn’t easy but mentally I wasn’t dying either. And at the end of the night, sitting around the Park Pub, I felt like I had many more miles in me. I was tired but not near the wall. It wasn’t until I’d sat there for an hour did I realize how tired I really was.
Good weather, good friends, good bikes, good beer, good routes. Can’t really ask for more. And from this, Bike Sabbath is born.
PS more pictures here: