Some days you just know are going to be unbelievable, some....not so much. This morning was really fun, my son had a Jr Pee Wee football game, we tied! Hey - it's not a win but it's the closest we've been this season. He was a team captain and got to go out for the coin toss, he had some pretty darn impressive blocks. It was a great morning.
I was faced with the unfortunate realization that sometimes, try as we might, wish as much as we can, what we want isn't always what happens. So, I decided as I sat in my cloudy mood, that physical pain was much better than what my mind was doing to me. Since I got my last tattoo, my friend Rachelle placed a ban on them for me. I decided to take my bike out for a spin. It's been a lot of years, I have no idea really of how many since I've been on a bike. The bike I have is called a road bike. What I can tell about a road bike is that it has teeny, tiny, skinny tires AND a teeny, tiny, skinny, puny, itty, bitty almost non existent SEAT! I'm guessing the name "Road Bike" means you feel like you've been "road" hard and put up wet. None of that really seemed to bother me as I hopped on to check the tires and the seat height adjustment. Well, I keep hearing about this bike path to Sutter, really, how hard can it be? Flat, flat, flat and only ten miles. I drop the truck at Irma's place, jump on my ROAD BIKE and pedal off.
It's good....I'm cruising...messing with the gears....trying not to look as nervous as I actually am. I have my long shorts on, my tie dyed shirt and lip balm...This is going to be a breeze. Well, it wasn't as bad as I thought. There weren't tons of people to see me test the lower part of the handle bars, where the actual brakes are for the first time. I would have laughed...oh, wait....I did. I felt like I was riding around with my assets in the air....and quite frankly I have a lot of assetts. Got the brakes under control, got the shifting thing down and figured I had to be half way there...right? OHHHHH NOOOO...someone had kindly marked on the path just how far you've gone.....a mile....ONE mile....wow...this ride is going to leave a mark on my assetts. It was great. The further out of Yuba City I got the more familiar the sights and smells were. I grew up in the mid-west. I loved the smell of the corn, the trees, the horses just about everything on the farm. As I pedalled along, I was greeted with views of farms that reminded me of Auntie Velm and Uncle Duane's farm when we had the ponies, the mini bike and those damn chickens. The summer I learned to detassel corn, cover a hickey and drink beer. I miss you cousins!!! Great memories. Then as I made it to Sutter the path went between grain silos, wow, talk about blast from the past, the smell of that rice was the exact smell of the corn in the fall back home. My thoughts turned from my aching assets to my dad, my uncle and the wonderful times on the farms. I miss you guys, you're always in my heart and on my heart. I made it to Sutter and the end of the path so I turned around and started back. I cruised home at a decent rate, great memories of my childhood keeping me company. So, it really was a great first ride.
I'm sure I'll pay for this tomorrow and Monday - who cares? Mom was right again, physical activity gets you out of those funky moods we all get in. I used to think she just wanted me to clean the house. :)
First bike ride....check!
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