The Meaning of Life

I know.  It’s a bold entree for anything having to do with cycling.  But I think about it a lot.  Sunday’s ride added to the depth of my mortality in a number of ways and left me with a profound feeling of solitude that I haven’t felt in years.  This is not a bad thing as we all have a point that we must reach, a level that we must attain, an Everest we must climb.  Even if it is just the Causeway.

Riders on the Storm

Conditions weren’t ideal when I left for the ride today and the weather reports were calling for freezing rain coming into the area about 2:30 from the south west.  That was the general wind direction today as well.  Just a breeze really and the flags we saw were lazily waving. Before leaving for the ride I attended to a few rituals getting the bike and my clothing in order.  I am sure you do something similar.  First, get the bike ready, a quick cleaning, gear check, air in tires, lubrication.  Also, a visual check of the weather, wind, temperature.  Then decide on which layers to wear, type of gloves and hat. I arrived at the downtown Bakehouse a little early as I like to do.  IU was playing today against a tough opponent.  So were we: route 446.

Panther Sighting in Bloomington!

Saturday, Jan 19

News reporter: “You’ve said that you saw what appeared to be three big wild cats on the roads of Bloomington.  Can you describe what you saw?” 

Witness: “I’m still a little shaken from the ordeal.  Exhausted really.  But I saw three of them.  They were stealthy and unbelievably fast, quiet and smooth.  But it was clear that these were the real deal.  They were getting away from me.  I don’t know why, but I decided to see if I could keep up with them.  It was like chasing a truck, and they kept getting further away.  My memory is so vivid, it’s as though the word PANTHER was written on them.”