Sept 15: 71.1 Kms; 2 Hrs 26 Saddle Time; 469 metres; 2323 Calories. Jeff, Perry, Keith, Rob, Kevin. 158 Kms Distance for the weekend.

Okay, you know sometimes when it doesn’t look nice outside, it actually is. Being on the bicycle changes everything. Each ride has its highs and lows and each morning has something different to offer. Take this morning, for example, with its overcast sky. It appears dreary and uninspiring from one’s window; yet, becomes when on the bike transformed as if by some strange alchemy by the turning of the pedals and by the rise and fall of the road and by the wind in the corn and the coyote in the field and by the turkey vultures rising from their prey as we surprised them at their breakfast. Or, maybe, it’s just being outside. Whatever it is, you just should have been there. Although you may have had a question about why we did a second loop of Waba to take in the hill, twice. Still, the lads were okay with it, Mind you, I did hear someone comment, ”where did he get that idea from?” No issues, just a means to an end so that we could reach our goal of 50 kms before coffee, even if it meant we actually went nowhere–just around and about. The ride back to Stinsons from the Neat was the icing on the cake, as the wind gave lift to our pedal strokes as we rode towards White Lake and straight home from there to Arnprior. This way back always results in a spirited ride, what with the climb out of White Lake followed by the rollers off the ‘mountain’ and then the long flat straight-away— where the gallop begins in earnest, especially when accompanied by a full tail wind. Now, you just should have been there. Thrilling and not to be missed, even if the lads did drop Kevin and me as they raced on. Priceless!

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September Song (weill/anderson)
Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn’t got time for the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few/September, November

Coffee Time

Coffee Time

Reflection on the road to Bantry Bay

Reflection on the road to Bantry Bay