May 27/18: 101.9 Kms; 3 Hrs, 13: 508 Metres;  Six Riders + PD

Howdy. That’s a grand day now. Hope you’ve had a good morning’s activity. We sure have. Certainly, the prospects for the ride were brighter (than yesterday) as we left Stinsons for Carp – the long way. It was a hard effort into the relentless east wind. We all agreed climbing hills is more satisfying that riding the flats into the wind. Thank goodness we have a couple of big lads, as in strong, to haul us along. But, we also have an AF (in MAFIA) in our midst, who contributed much to the homeward pace, and the overall average speed of the ride. You just had to be there on Kinburn Side Road and then again on Carp Road and the Galetta Side Road as CAM took the lead and bolted like a filly newly released into the paddock. It was truly inspiring, and I might say, a delight, and a relief, to be in her direct slipstream. KO gave added incentive by calling out the pace – 45, 46, 47, 48, 49. This acted like a jockey’s light tap on the front runner’s flank at the quarter pole, and spurred CAM to bear down even more so. Yes, you really just should have been there.

Kudos to Blair for his early morning cycle in from Carp to meet us at Stinsons. Also, hats off to Raymond for gutting out what was a tough three hours. Also, to Peter, who did his own ride to Almonte and fought the wind mightily. You guys set great examples to us all.

Right, we are almost ready for the RLCT. We’ve completed all the big training rides. You can still ride hard this week, if you have the time; but next weekend, we’ll take a more relaxed approach well, maybe just a little. For those that have been able to ride regularly, you won’t regret all of your hard effort, especially if we encounter heavy winds and rain on June 09/10.

Congratulations for making it out to Stinsons each weekend.

What I’m listening to:

Okay, Stay fit, fine, firm always! Bye-bye, ac.

Look forward to hearing from you at arnpriorcycling@bell.net;;

There is in all visible things an invisible fecundity, a dimmed light, a meek namelessness, a hidden wholeness.  This mysterious unity and integrity is wisdom, the mother of us all, “natura naturans.”  There is in all things an inexhaustible sweetness and purity, a silence that is a fountain of action and joy.  It rises up in wordless gentleness, and flows out to me from the unseen roots of all created being.  Thomas Merton