It's not that I bundled up and ventured out into the cloudy, chilly day. It's not that I spent more time in the saddle than any other day so far this year. It's not even that I thoroughly enjoyed the coffee shop stop with its pastry goodness.
It's about the recruit. This young whipper-snapper friend of mine joined me for a significant portion of my ride today. He seemed at least mildly amused reading about my micro-tour adventures, so he was recruited to get out and join me on a two wheel excursion. I don't think he's done much riding, but with a little coaching, it's obvious that he'll be able to put the hurt on me in no time.
No coaching for the recruit.
6 comments:
While riding solo has its merits, it is pleasant to have good company. Glad you got out and rode!
Peace :)
Hey, when he gets good, he can carry the stuff for the old guy!
Luckly I can get a peek into what others will try to get you to pull over on me. Carry your stuff?!? I feel pretty old myself right now.
The pain is setting in tonight...
Cycling truly is a contagious affliction. Glad to see you're doing your part to share it with those more impressionable.
I guess we'll have to send Michael an invite to join BABBLE.
What a minute, I must have nodded off, did Steve call me old?
Good idea on the BABBLE invitation. I'll ask him about that.
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