If one doesn’t ride in the rain when will one ride? No, this is isn’t the UK but when was the last time we had two good rain-free days of cycling on the weekend? Ride or not ride, that is the question. ”Do I dare and, Do I dare”

Okay, should I wait until Midnight to write this post to see if the weather forecast will change again? Will there be time … Before the taking of toast and tea? Should I even ask the question? Or, will I just write now? How to know?

Well, rain or shine, I’m riding. Some of the guys are away-Mark, Peter, Raymond, others? If you are undecided, then, Sunday might be the better option. Regardless, I plan to be on the bike; speaking of which, my R5 BBright botom bracket is shot, according to Steve at the Cyclery. Can’t be fixed. He says it is a manufacturing defect and I will need a new frame! The good news is that I can still ride the R5, even with the noises. Still, I’m off to T.O. on Monday to get it looked at. Bummer. Well, that’s not quite right: Expensive Bummer!

Okay, here is the plan:

Stinsons (Corner of White lake Rd and Vanjamar) at 7.30 am 7.30 am; to Pakenham via Russett, Mill Ridge to the Crevier to Burnstown to White Lake to Pakenham for sticky buns at the General Store; then, onwards to Dwyer Hill and home; Distance 78 kms. If the weather is good, we can extend the ride to Kinburn and ride home via Logger’s Way and the Galetta side road to try out that new pavement. This will add another 10 kms, I think.

Hope to see you there. It will be warm enough that the rain won’t be an issue–really? You just don’t want to miss it.

hc contact at arnpriorcycling@bell.net

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;                                
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

  In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

  And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—                              
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.  TSE