Isn’t she a pretty thing? My wife of course is lovely, but in this case I am referring to the bike. Normally my latent scandehoovian genes cause me to shy away from those gaudy, flashy bike paint jobs. Those 8 color Colnago paint schemes are pretty to look at, but just shout ME!ME!ME! a little too much, and a little too loudly. “So” you might ask “How did you wind up with a candy apple metal flake red tandem?” Well it was the one they had on the floor when we decided to buy and once in buy mode I was in no mood to wait weeks for the build, and too, …. it is awfully pretty.
We really needed sun glasses on this day; the bright sun glinting off this thing is nearly blinding. They say red is a dark color but on a sunny day you can see this thing coming for three blocks. Friday night I was tinkering and lubing and adjusting (I know; I need to tighten up the timing chains) making last minute adjustments getting it ready to roll. I took it for a spin up the block and back. The little kids at the end of the street came running out, silly grins on their faces. “I saw you ride that bike before!” It’s like an antique car, or an old fire truck, it just gets people’s attention. And so it was all along the ride.
And what a day for a bike ride! I reviewed the weather stats for May, April too, and it quickly became obvious that we aren’t whiners here in the
We saw plenty of people out on bicycles and of course lots of people out on motorcycles. There were also lots of people in $150,000 RV’s. We were all out having our own kind of fun and I was quite pleased with how we were treated on the road. It wasn’t anything to match riding the country lanes of rural France, but people generally gave us a wide birth. I’m sure it had to do with riding a bike that is flashier than Elvis:
Yes folks the flying Koi wind sock is standing pretty much straight out in this picture.
We went around the course with purpose but also retaining our allegiance to the childish belief that riding a bike should be fun. WE HAD FUN on the bike, on a beautiful day, in a beautiful part of the world. There were no big surprises, and no catastrophes, minor or otherwise. It was the kind of ride that makes you say “We ought to get out and do this more often”!