So got on my bike, and rode in cemeteries, past my parents home, through neighborhoods, down to the river front, through campgrounds, past sand volley ball, through park trails, past the dog track, and past my son's apartment.
And there stood Joshua my son. I said "Josh whatz zup?" He said he was waiting for his friend to stop by and lend him 5 bucks, because he was riding on fumes, and needed some gas.
So I said meet me at 5 points mart and I will put some gas in your car. He said no dad, you do enough for me. I said Josh I would rather have you make it work tomorrow, and you can pay me tomorrow after you cash your paycheck. So we gassed up.
Here is a memorial for friend and ultra bicyclist Jules Hansel. When he was 80 years old he was still banging out 10,000 mile years. I've went on 100 milers with him when he was 80 something He flopped over on his bike at 89 years old. One of his best friends, and avid bicyclist found him, he never woke up, he died doing what he loved. A sweet kind fellow, a great advocate for bicycling.
Time to wrap up this day, hoping to do some serious pedal pumping this weekend. My CX bike is badly due for some tender loving care. Perhaps tomorrow.