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cicadas are the death gurgle of summer and they were out in full force today. the heat has broken and it was a pleasant 77°, even at midday. although the summer is the only time i make my living, a part of me is exhausted and wants it to be over already and get on with fall. i knew waking up today that i would be riding, but i was is a foul mood and sat staring at my bike for the better part of an hour. i flip-flopped from riding to going to the store for some retail therapy... but i eventually just flipped and pulled on my bibs. a much more ambitious ride was traded for a shorter, more "usual" ride, but it ended up being right on the money.
it took a lot longer than usual to shake the bad attitude that had begun the day with me. this certainly affeced my route and pace. short and slower... almost resentful, for some reason. after some miles, however, i began to leave the crabbiness behind and started thinking about the joys of riding. on such a pleasant day how can one not think about how perfect riding is? up the rolling backroads i pedaled my way north where the cars become scarce. it's nice to be able to ride in the middle of the road without constantly having to look over your shoulder for that driver on their cell phone. the more north i got the quieter it became... and the more content i became. when it came time to take a main road back it didn't care i had gotten what i wanted out of the ride. with a slight downward grade i popped my bike into a tall gear and cruised back home. you have to take advantage of these days when they're available.
cicadas are the death gurgle of summer and they were out in full force today. the heat has broken and it was a pleasant 77°, even at midday. although the summer is the only time i make my living, a part of me is exhausted and wants it to be over already and get on with fall. i knew waking up today that i would be riding, but i was is a foul mood and sat staring at my bike for the better part of an hour. i flip-flopped from riding to going to the store for some retail therapy... but i eventually just flipped and pulled on my bibs. a much more ambitious ride was traded for a shorter, more "usual" ride, but it ended up being right on the money.
it took a lot longer than usual to shake the bad attitude that had begun the day with me. this certainly affeced my route and pace. short and slower... almost resentful, for some reason. after some miles, however, i began to leave the crabbiness behind and started thinking about the joys of riding. on such a pleasant day how can one not think about how perfect riding is? up the rolling backroads i pedaled my way north where the cars become scarce. it's nice to be able to ride in the middle of the road without constantly having to look over your shoulder for that driver on their cell phone. the more north i got the quieter it became... and the more content i became. when it came time to take a main road back it didn't care i had gotten what i wanted out of the ride. with a slight downward grade i popped my bike into a tall gear and cruised back home. you have to take advantage of these days when they're available.
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