|"Marina," my modern comfort bike at the|
downtown pavilion overlooking the river.
My initial response was "Not bloody likely!" The reason I responded this way is that the friend's house is across town and on top of a very big hill. Most of the rides I've taken have been on quiet neighborhood streets. The terrain is fairly flat and if I were to be completely honest with myself, even though I've been going on progressively longer rides, I haven't been challenging myself or going outside of my comfort zone.
As I dressed for the day I decided to rise to the challenge! I hopped on my bike and immediately discovered a flat tire!! A pretty little brass nail had punctured the back tire and tube. In the past I probably would have let this discovery discourage me or give me an excuse to put it off for another day. Instead I waited while Larry patched the tube and remounted the tire. (The husband comes to the rescue once again!) In less than an hour I was back on the bike and headed uphill!
Here's the route I took:
|Map of progress|
|The footpath, taken on the ride home.|
What a God-Send! See the rays from heaven?
It's actually a lot steeper than it looks.
Some guy in a huge water truck drove past me on Barnett Street and whistled at me. I don't think I've ever been whistled at in my life! The random and unexpected event made me laugh.
In one of the neighborhoods I went through there was a chihuahua who thought he was the size of a timber wolf. He materialized out of nowhere, but I easily outran his short legs and razor-sharp teeth.
The biggest challenge was THE HILL. There were two approaches, one on Leland Street that was a straight, vertical climb; and the other on Galbraith Street, a twisty, turny narrow road with blind spots. Neither seemed like a good idea.
|Pywacket the Cat, hiding under a chair.|
Bad quality photo from my cellphone.