This is a shameless attempt to save the the most advanced civilization in
history from imminent self destruction by eliminating carbon emission,
dependence on foreign sources of fuel,obesity, hypertension and diabetes.
Cycling accomplishes all those things at once and helps us develop a better
understanding of ourselves, each other and our relationship to the cosmos.

Oh, horse puckey!
I like to ride bikes, have been doing it all my life.
The rest of that crap is just a fringe benefit,
and the blogosphere gives me a chance to share my interior
monologue with virtual rather than imaginary friends.

Friday, November 25, 2022

and a week later...

       So, last Thursday I was riding in this. 
A few people had the nerve to question my behavior, but you're a cyclist or not.   This can be managed safely, believe it or not. And it's an interesting change of the seasons. 
      Now, a week later
fourteen inches of snow is gone and left us feeling as if 50 degrees is 70.  It feels downright balmy out there.  Typical Michigan weather has kicked in,  things will change a bit day to day, but that's normal in Michigan.  We're gonna slide into real winter now, but there's plenty of recreational riding for those of us who dress for the weather. 

Saturday, November 19, 2022

Just a week later...

Last Thursday was an unexpected pleasure and Michigan came back to grab it's dominance over Summertime.  Thursday, one week after 70 degree weather, it began to snow.  There was a little snowfall in the morning, by noon it had melted from the pavement so riding was pretty much normal in the afternoon.  

Predictably, the snow stayed on the grass, the wind picked up all afternoon and the temperatures were going to drop.

And they dropped all night, the wind 
fueled the lake effect machine
so we woke up to this and the snow pummeled us all day.
Not to be intimidated by the weather, I went out to run a few errands, which became fewer by the pedal stroke.  But hey, I got out there and you can't ignore the extra smugness that fills your head.
On the way home, I stopped for a drink at Buddy's pizza.  
In the space of (OK) two drinks the ride was sugar coated and looked like a sick tree ornament out there in the middle of a thriving snow globe.

Monday, November 14, 2022

Glorious Last Hurrah

     It was a day like no other, November 10th in Michigan, just like any June afternoon.   No leaves left in the trees but you can't have it all.   It was a great day for one last Riv Ride before unpredictability sets in and  Fall kicks the wheels from under the cycling public.  Leah Peterson came along for another casual rIde along the KRVT.  
We did the distance to the Kal-Haven trailhead, just living the sunshine and breathing in the pleasure of a Michigan summer,  in November. 
     The interlude in the middle of this ride was Saffron Indian restaurant where they have finally resumed their lunch buffet.   At $18 a pop, it's pricier than the competition but worth every penny.  There's a nice selection of entrees and desserts,  all prepared to perfection.  It's a pleasure to see this place has revived after the pandemic. 
     The rest of the ride was spent meandering through the neighborhoods and downtown to find our way back through this glorious apparition of summertime.  From now on there will be days for pleasure, but most of the rides will be reduced to practicality dictated by the Michigan weather.  

Saturday, October 29, 2022

Forests and Foliage in the Fall

 It was October sunshine rarely ever seen with temperatures to compare.  A cloudless sky greeted us as we reached the Gun Lake park.  We hold this ride every year and this time there were enough people that I didn't have time to count.

Everybody grouped up on time at the start.

Anxious to get out on the roads of Barry County 
winding through the Yankee Springs forest.
The color in the flawless sunshine
was incomparable this year.
and everybody stayed in pretty tight groups 
throughout the ride while I took short cuts
to monitor everyone's progress
and made sure they all got up "the climb."
The effervescent sky reflected off the 
myriad of tiny lakes normally hidden in the forest.
The little "rollers" sprinkled throughout 
the route just keep gaining altitude.
The wind was favorable for the final flat sprint to the finish
where people I hadn't noticed at the start came in to enjoy 
the inevitable pumpkin spice donuts, cider and snacks.
The best ever is in history now.  Maybe 
Gun Lake can provide another work of beauty next year.