Today’s stats: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/69345820
It’s so nice to have this long weekend. Sundays are piano lessons day, so John suggested I head out on the bicycle without him while he took the girls to Starbucks for breakfast and then to piano.
So I took off and realized when I got going on Kaumakani Street in my ‘hood, that I didn’t have any water. I always pack water. I don’t pack an energy drink. Why? Because when you fall you don’t want to pour that sh^t on your bleeding wound, right? What are the chances I could fall two days in a row? Know they self. Of course it could happen to me. It didn’t but, it could.
I went back to get it. Took off again, and when I turned off Lunalilo Home Road onto Wailua Street, where I often think of my old friend Violet Jones Medusky, I looked down and noted that I had no heartbeat. Well, to be more precise, I had forgotten to put on my heart-rate monitor. Now for that I wasn’t going back. As a result, is it possible the monitor assumed I was burning calories at a terrific rate? Because often I only burn close to half of the 1,551 the Garmin calculated. Kinda funny, but I’m not going to take it seriously.
Today there must have been some kind of motorcycle ride event. Or maybe it’s a routine thing when they get together certain Sundays of the month. But snarls of motorcyclists on their shining metallic steeds, some with tank-topped and vested damsels clutching at their waists, rumbled by me at times, a twitch of a smile here and there. There’s little emotion to detect through a helmet or behind aviator sunglasses. But there is a spirit of generosity when it comes to sharing the road. Or so I assume. Maybe they just like seeing a girl on a bike.
When I was heading back east on Kalanianaole Highway, there was a multiple-car accident, everyone pulled over into the bicycle lane. Seven HPD vehicles and three or four vehicles from the accident. Everyone getting their paperwork together on the side of the road. As is typical, I have to get into the lane of traffic. Fortunately, or unfortunately, there is the usual slow down of rubberneckers and the calming presence the intense flashing of blue lights commands in Honolulu.
It was a nice ride, and I really get a kick out of getting on the drops for stretches at a time.
here’s to riding, and here’s to keeping yourself off the pavement.