July 23/17: 103 Kms; 3 Hrs 16; 556 Metres; Seven Riders

Hello again. The rides continue non-stop. It’s getting to be a  problem, really. Totally consumes the mind and the body. What’s to be done. Why, more cycling obviously, until the body or the mind or both rebel and say enough; or, there’s a total collapse. I think, I’m close to that point now. What about you? Are you getting enough? Still, if you want to improve, you gotta ride, right. So, with the TdB on the horizon in four weeks, it’s pedal to the metal – and that means hill work and miles of riding for the next two weeks. On week three (Aug 12-13), we’ll cut back. And, on the Saturday before (Aug 19), we’ll do an easy ride. Is that possible?

But what about to-day’s ride? Well, it was full of surprises. First, there was the thick, cloud filled sky; then, the total lack of sunshine and the north wind vs the expected east wind; then, there was the timely return of one of yesterday’s boaters; then, there was the arrival of Max, a rare bird sighting; then, there was the road construction on Tatlock, causing a bit of consternation directed at the Tour Director; then, there was the black bear sprinting across Wolf Grove; then, there was the new pavement on Panmure, when the lads went all gushy with praise for the TD, and thus making up (like from a lover’s spat) for their earlier recriminations.

You might ask,”What were highlights?” Well, the ride itself was a highlight on what otherwise was an uninspiring morning. You know, sometimes, it just takes getting outside and riding to transform the spiritless into pure gold. You know, you just really should have been there.

Was your day transforming?

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Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.       Henry Wadsworth Longfellow