The fact is @AlohaJohn, aka my husband, worries about me when I’m out on my bicycle alone. I guess that’s OK, but part of me wants to remind him that even though I act years younger, I’m not 12 anymore. I successfully lamented how I didn’t get to ride yet today and I got him to relent. He pumped up my tires and sent me out the door. I tweeted on Twitter because I was so happy!
Click the link below for the details. How awesome is an average moving speed of 17.6 mph???? AWESOMESAUCIENESS!
Afternoon East Oahu Ride: Bugs in my teeth!
When I rolled up to the house at the end of this ride, I was a little sad it was over. In Niu Valley I rode through a swarm of bugs that blanketed me and got into my nose and glasses. It felt like going through an invisible curtain. On Kalanianaole Highway, there’s quite a bit of grit and a lot of broken glass just before the transition to the H-1 Freeway, as though someone’s garbage didn’t quite make the truck. I hope they clean it up! At Diamond Head I took my photo and checked my tires before I headed back home.
Riding on the road isn’t relaxing, especially if you’re on the shoulder and there are three lanes of traffic along side you. I’m constantly checking my little mirror perched on my sunglasses, dodging potholes and road debris, looking out for dogs on the loose, runners and walkers, and the people who ride bike incorrectly: facing traffic, therefore coming right at ya, or without a helmet and listening to music with earphones. Talk about inadequate survival techniques! Talk about natural selection!
Riding on a country road is a little more relaxing, but if you have to worry about roosters, geese or packs of dogs, it sometimes can be kinda weird. Plus people dump the oddest crap on back roads. What’s up with that?
Now that I’m safely back home, a few people in my world are relieved, at least until next time.
If I don’t get to roll, there’s a longing in my soul.