Man! Long time between posts but really, this was a summer for doing stuff not writing about it. Finally bought a new bike - a sweet little Specialized - and put in mega-miles (well, for me). Rode long, rode short. Rode through pine barrens and cornfields. Rode along hilly western MA resort roads and flat Cape Cod beach roads. Rode alone, rode with my sweetie, rode with my best friend, and rode with my new triathlete friend.This summer and this bike helped me remember something forgotten in a long gone childhood: that sweet and breezy feeling we all experience when we first learn how to ride a bike and then, with that new independence, just go, go, go, squeezing every second out of shimmery, bright, hot summer...wherever we want (kind of), whenever we want (sort of). Anyway, this past fabulous summer there was a whole lot of "Hey, you wanna ride today?" answered with "Yup. Let's go!" Housework, weeding? Who cares?
So...I turned 50 this summer and recaptured what it feels like to be 7 (kind of, sort of).
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