I’m posting this a couple of days after the fact because I’ve been super busy, and also when the sun shines in Burgundy, indoors is not the place to be.
Tuesday morning, the skies were clear. Instead of the grey rainy weather we’re used to in January, the sun made an appearance this morning and I leapt at the chance to go for a ride. Also, I had a new pair of winter riding tights I just had to break in, so I told Sue that I’d be gone over lunch and off I went.
An aside here: When I got back into cycling I promised myself that I wouldn’t spent more on my hobby than I could reasonably justify. The limit I set was about one US dollar per mile ridden. Even with over twenty five years of inflation between then and now, I’m still holding to that pledge. Or mostly. Now I’m working in Euros and kilometers, which makes the math easier, and lets me spend more. So, yeah, new tights.
I decided not to do any climbing not because I’m out of shape, which I am, but because in the 2° weather, the descents are bone chilling, as all the sweat one has worked up on the climb freezes on the descent. So off into the Plain of the Saone I went.
As I got closer to the river, I noticed that the warming earth was starting to give bake some of the moisture it had gotten over the past month or so.
Soon, the fog started to build. I switched on my lights hoping that passing cars and trucks would see me. It proved to be temporary though, and almost as fast as the for had come on, it dissipated and the sun reigned once again. I stopped for lunch in St. Jean de Losne at one of my favorite bistros. For those of you who are interested the menu was warm chicken liver salad, beef Burgundy, and pears poached in red wine.
After lunch, I crossed the river and took to the bike trail.
I’ve never seen the Saone so calm. The poplars on the far bank are slowly being killed twice over by mistletoe, once in reality and once in reflection. Speaking of mistletoe, back when I still toiled for a living, I had a client who had diminished vision ask me what kind of bird built all those nests he was seeing. He couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that these were parasitic plants and nor birds’ nests. I wonder if he ever really believed me.
Leaving the river trail and re-crossing the Saone, I started the ride home.
And, here came the clouds. I soon lost the sun and in the gathering gloom I arrived back at Gevrey. Sue told me that the clouds had rolled in just after I had left, making me glad I had taken this ride.
kilometers ridden: 88