|I have no feet, or hands, yet I must bicycle.|
Woke up early and unusually hungry. Target was a 30-mile ride. I checked the TV, which said 60 degrees outside -- might as well be snowing sideways. I put on a sweatshirt and headed for my usual breakfast place: Colonial Pancake House.
|Maybe George Washington ate here! Sorry, history freaks,|
this chain only dates back to the 1940s.
Angie brought me my standard Egg Beaters (well done, very dry), wheat toast (no butter), bacon and fruit cup. I read the Chicago Tribune on my Kindle Fire and sucked down three Diet Cokes.
Life is Good.
Thus fortified, I headed back south on Modaff Road and squirreled through the backstreets until I hit the most excellent east-west bike trail -- the "Ashbury Greenway" -- that starts at Book Road and continues with bicycle-friendly asphalt smoothness until 248th Street.
|Bicycle heaven, for about 4 miles.|
After that, it was high-traffic roadways for a while, until the CycleMeter voice said I'd gone 15 miles. I figured at that point, I should start heading back.
|A lovely bike trail that turned out|
to be a dead end. A life lesson.
Total for the day was 24.88 miles, average speed an uninspiring 13.08 mph. Seriously, there are people who can walk faster than that. I've got a long way to go.