I intended to ride on Thursday, but hadn’t slept well and was just too tired. Jim’s caretaker was coming again on Friday, so put it off a day. I love being able to ride from my home. I found a circular route with some country roads that I haven’t been on before.
The goal was again McNeely Lake, but this time I went in at the southern entrance. I was surprised that it dead ended at a Radio Flying Club field. And just for the record, I never saw the lake. An older gentleman was putting his plane in his car and I said, “I guess I missed the show.” That began a conversation where he told me a lot about the flying club and about all you needed to do to be in it. It was quite interesting. He stayed over by his car and I stayed much more than six feet away on my bike.
Like my last trip to McNeely Lake, I stopped at the only store for a drink and a snack before starting back. It was there that I discovered my mask was missing. I have a hand towel lining the bottom of my bar bag to cushion my camera, so I wrapped it around my head, clipping it with the clips that hold my maps. I’m sure it looked strange, but I didn’t care. I sat on a concrete barrier that keeps cars off the grass. All was great, until I tried to get up. Had no choice, but to roll over on my knees…a trick my mother showed me a few years before she died, when we asked what she’d do if she fell while alone.
I’m definitely seeing that even though I only ride once a week, I’m getting back in the groove. I decided on the bigger hills to use my granny gear…why not! I’ve been a granny for 23 years. When I returned from the 20-mile-ride, I wasn’t even tired. Until next time…