The Cyclist who came in from the cold

It was cold today and I am often surprised by the large turnout of riders at the Bakehouse for these weekend battles during inclement or just plain cold weather.  But you know what you’re getting when you leave the house on a day like today.  It’s going to be very cold.  You’re going to overdress.  You’re going to sweat and get cold to the core.  If you’re lucky, you’ll make it home with the group and avoid hypothermia.  Repeat next week.

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.