


So gotta go, I see the sun peaking at Iowa out east of here.
I'll leave you with what Dave Nice said on his list of "thank yous"
"And finally for the lovely machine that is the bicycle, my escape, recreation, drug, therapist"
RideON,
DAve.
Now as I am headed there I am checking all body parts for nuisance injuries that might interfere with today's ride, first step tells me my planter fasciitis is ok today, my next step says no Achilles tendon problem is around to get me. Then the knees get the ok, back feels fine, and last but not least, that part is working too.
So that made me think all systems are GO for a good bike ride. That is why I was surprised that by the first mile my multiple times injured knee starting sending sharp pains at me from the medial area. Then I remembered something I was doing yesterday that I shouldn't do with a knee like mine. I was attacking hills and not shifting down, I was acting like I was on a single speed, so by the time I would crest the hill I was just about stalled out with maximum strain on the knees. I know of bikers that gave up single speed competition because it was wrecking their knees.
So I kept riding, went the distance, but had to make sure I had no knee wobble with each pedal revolution.
Peace
Dave
Kept a good pace, kept a good heart rate, headed west of town until I had 32 miles in so the return trip would give me a metric dirt century.
Holy smokes, I didn't feel the wind pushing me out on the first half out, but somehow the wind on the return half was like dragging an anchor. I zipped back up every zipper I opened on the way out, to stay warm, stood on the pedals and was working hard to maintain 7 mph. That was brutal, but a good workout is worth it's weight in gold, and endorphins flooding my brain chemistry make a buzz that can't be beat.
Saw only one other bicyclist, and he was riding back into town, when I was riding out of town. He was wearing jeans, cowboy boots, and a Cubs jacket. My guess he was only on a bike because the judge told him hand me over your driver's license.
I was only on a bike because I can.
Marked a couple of sink holes with this red danger tape. I know of one rider that crashed here because she didn't know the sink hole was there.
Rode through a couple of small towns, talked a short one with a couple of the locals, always interesting to meet people and listen.
Now being this blog was dedicated to bicycling I made a little bike clip at the start of today's ride.
Ok perhaps I'll write next time on some other subject matter, but today biking was on my brain what can I say.
Later and take time to play.
Dave
.....and look who came to visit, lil soldier girl Trinity, daughter of Specialist SPC Marco. She's in uniform to maintain peace and safety in the USA while her daddy is in Afghanistan.
DAve.
Yesterday's plan and weather were about the same as the day before. Weather was drizzling, temps in the 40s and the plan was to ride a Metric Century in the gravel.
I had about 20 miles left to go and rode past the sight again that was where a traffic fatality occurred last week.
There was a lady standing at the sight, looking into the ditch. Another lady was back about 50 feet and talking to someone on the cell phone pacing back and forth.
I ride by this spot all the time and have wondered what happened here last Wednesday night to cause such a devastating accident. I thought maybe these two were locals and could shed some light on this.
I rolled over to the lady staring into the ditch.
I said, "Hi."
There was no response, there was a feeling of awkwardness now.
I didn't know what to say, or didn't know if I should just leave.
So, small talk rolled out of my mouth next. "I wonder if the truck lost it's brakes?"
She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I don't know" and looked at me for the first time.
It was the saddest look I have ever seen on anyone. I knew it then, I knew it, I knew what was next.
She looked at me and said, "Tim was my husband"
I said, "oh my, I am so sorry, I can't imagine what you are going through."
Next, words just rolled out of her, she didn't know what happened, Tim drove thousands and thousands of miles and was always a safe driver. He had called her just before and told her he was on his last load, she had supper waiting for them. This was the first time she has been here, her kids didn't want her here.
She wanted someone to talk to, I would listen, my heart felt so heavy for her. She told me where they lived, where they worked, she asked me where was this Potter Road and Graf Road intersection?
I told her, "Right here, right where we are standing."
Several personal items from the truck were in the deepest part of the ditch, she said Tim always kept a messy truck, and smiled when she said it like it was an on going joke she had with him, she wanted to find his glasses, she pointed to a Fruit Pie laying in the ditch, said Tim loved his Fruit Pies, and she always packed an extra one for him.
She started to shiver, it was cold, damp, and now very heavy out. The lady that was on the cell phone came over and called her by name and asked her to come back to the car and get warmed up.
I looked at her and said I am going to go now, I reached out and hugged her, she said thank you and started to cry. She said she was doing better today.
I said to her, "You will get better little by little, piece by piece, day by day." I thought to myself I know this, the passing of my mama this year has taught me this.
They both went back to the car, and I went pedaling down the road. I felt so heavy laden for her. Soon I noticed my hands and feet felt like they were frozen. They were fine before. It was as if the blood had drained from my extremities.
I ignored the way my hands and feet felt, and pedaled the last 20 miles like a robot, numb, pedals going round and round.
I'll ride this way again today. I hope the best for her, and time would begin the healing process.
For me it made me think quite a bit about what really is important, and how much time is lost forever to what isn't
Thanks for stopping.
DAve.
Now just one more thing, and then I will shut my trap, I promise. A man was killed here this week, a man in his early 40s. His truck lost control and ran into the ditch. He was working hauling gravel. Such a sad tragedy. Life is a precious gift, take time to live it fully like it might end someday.
Ok, I promised I would shut my trap, so I will,
Over and out,
DAve.
...and last but not least, well actually the most important the Money Tree, I have searched this area's country side pretty extensively and have not found it's location. So I need to broaden my search pattern. I am considered negotiating with my recently discovered friends, the colony of Gnomes. Based on some recent evidence I have a strong suspicion they know something about the Money Tree. This week end I might have to spend my daylight hours riding the backwoods in search.
Ok I have to go map some new routes,
Thanks for stopping
RideOften.
DAve
Now I am stranded miles from home. Caleb answers his cell phone and drives out of town and picks me up.
After I get home, I realize I am getting the same flu I thought I left in Minnesota.
I can not stay warm, I dress in three layers and stay in front of the electric heater shaking with the chills, sick all night, missed work today, feeling really weak. Sat around all day.
You take for granted feeling well until your not feeling well. The million things I wanted to do if I had the time seemed meaningless today. I never moved, feel like a weigh a 1000 lbs. Odd for me because I never sit still. Oh well, this should go bye bye in a couple of days and back in the saddle again. I've got some riding to do.
Dave