My amigo Anthony texted me yesterday, to get out and ride.
It was the prod I needed, within a 1/2 hour I rolled up, and we rolled out.
A good chat down the tow path, we split apart on Harts Lane, I attacked hills,
he rode back into the Wissahickon. We were on different bikes, and I had plans to hit punchy hills.
Gorka, funny to say, an x-teammate, sent me an email, to chat, attached were a couple of his recent photo's he's been working on. My cameras, and my camera skill had a layer of dust. It got me out, and just did a bit, to keep it fresh. There is a small playground, close to me, I often ride by.
Not a house on the block, and always locked shut.
The loop I did ride yesterday was not long. I rolled back toward the coffee shop, thinking to pass, wave to some cycling peeps, and hit a couple of more punchy hills on the way home.
Anthony and Todd, were there, I hopped the curbed, chatted, Saw, of course other cycling peeps.
I am happy, lucky, to have that coffee shop close by. and after a good natured chat; baseball, cycling gear, movies, I was on my way, up a couple of more hills and home.
There is a playground in my head, with monkey bars, and slick metal slide, wobbly horses, a overflowing trash bin,...
just rolling around my mind, as I roll around pedaling the bike, it keeps me occupied.
roll on! dlowe