July 21: 87 kms; B17 2 Hrs 48; 269 metres; 3224 calories. Jeff, Mark, Perry, Keith, Rob, Kevin, Angelo, Mark W., Alastair. Weekend Total 191 kms.

Okay, quite a different tale from yesterday’s eventful ride. This time it was all easy pedalling on newly paved roads and tree-canopied, back country lanes. But before that, we were off to a brisk start, thanks to Angelo, who jumped from the gate for some fourteen kms and led the pace-line to Carp Road. He obviously had a hearty breakfast. But the ride was only beginning. Now we faced the gentle but steady rise and fall, the undulations and curves of Cty Rd 5, all of which made for appealing cycling, especially with Rob and Perry tapping out a steady rhythm— only interrupted by my occasional ”ease up just a bit.”  And, then a little later, ”Okay, it’s all good now.” Later, in Kanata, there were laughs and smiles all round as we sat at Starbucks. Jeff made an apt LuLulemon comment to the approval of all, only to have the moment spoiled when someone mentioned that men, too, would soon have their own LuLuLemon line. Not a happy-visual that one. But, then again, we all wear spandex on the bicycles to great effect. Just saying.

As for the homeward trip, we left Kanata and rode up Old Carp Rd smartly. But not so fast that we didn’t spy two deer in a meadow. They gave us even less thought than we gave them. Still, there is something elemental that turns the head and causes the arm to rise and the voice to call–”over there” when catching sight of wild life, even if it’s just a deer.

We rode on into Carp itself and out Donald B Munroe to Panmure Rd to Dwyer Hill and home. Unfortunately the north wind didn’t change to north-east as expected, so we battled on with Jeff and Keith (and Mark W) taking most of the load. We finished strong. You know, it was a good morning on the bike. You just should have been there! And, you can next weekend. Stay tuned for details.

Kudos to Kevin who rode in hiking boots his old Miele, steel lugged bicycle. The bike was in excess of thirty-five pounds but Kevin rode it as if it were a feather weight. Unbelievable! And, proved yet again that ‘fancy’ alone can’t trump desire and mental toughness.

Okay ciao for now. ac Comments always welcome at arnpriorcycling@bell.net.

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Excerpt from Mary Oliver’s Poem When Death Comes

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.

To-day’s Photo

Kevin's Miele

Kevin’s Miele

Yesterday’s Photo at McCann’s In Quyon

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