I dusted off my road bike this morning for the first time in probably a year and a half. It needs work, but the tires took air and it rode reasonably well. At least it was in better shape than I was!
I took a quick, 20-minute jaunt around the neighborhood. I really had no choice but to make it a short one, since Kelly had to leave soon for the baby shower she was attending. The ride felt good, even to my rusty legs. I hope to make it a habit – I just love to bike.
Around the time of the Tour De France, I looked into joining the Carolina Tarwheels biking club. They take scheduled biking trips to various places in the area. Some are 10 miles, some are 50. It would be a great way to get some experience on the open road. And riding in groups is much safer than riding alone.
I’m about to settle in with Lance Armstrong’s book It’s Not About The Bike. Guess what’s on my mind tonight?