Nine days after the stealth attack by this cute little guy, Rodriguez tells me he can’t stand being shut in the back of the Jetta any longer and demands that I get him out and on the road. I can hear him howling from inside our cottage! It’s terrible, and embarrassing. I’m afraid we’ll get evicted.
So, we’re doing it. I won’t be going back to the hospital for a check-up and suture removal for another two days yet, but we’re getting back on the bike today. If I’m fine for an eight mile walk with a bit of climbing, surely I’m fine for some leisurely, slow cycling too. The whole family piles into the car and heads east a short way to Prairie City for a ride up Prairie Summit Road. I poke along at a lazy pace and stop every few yards to smell the roses, while Rachael, who feels fully back to normal and is as insistent on getting out as Rodriguez is, quickly disappears into the distance.
I only put in 14 slow miles, just a third of what Rachael does. It’s just enough for a first time out though, and exactly what was planned. How is it? It’s brilliant. It doesn’t bother my leg at all, the road and scenery are fantastic. On the road again!