Okay, hello. Let’s try again, will we. It’s that time of year when we ride one day and miss the next. As of now, the weather for Saturday morning is okay. It seems forever since we met for a group cycle. Fingers crossed for this weekend. Here’s the tentative plan for Saturday:

Meet at Stinsons at 8am 8am on White Lake road and ride to Almonte via Conc 10, Pakenham, Hwy #29 to Clayton Side Rd to #8 Conc to Rae Rd to Palms for coffee after approx 43 kms; home via Martin St, Kinburn Sd Rd and Dwyer Hill for a total distance of 80 kms.

Cloudy skies and temperature in the high teens C; winds SE at 15.

Just a reminder to new comers, these are ‘no-drop’ group rides. Saturday’s ride will be steady (conversational style) and easy on the legs. If you have had thoughts of joining us and weren’t sure about the pace or the distance, then, here’s your chance. You’ll love it. We all do.

Well, that was the tentative plan for Saturday. The forecast has deteriorated. I think we will decide on-site at Stinsons. The wind and the rain may be a factor. Environment Canada states winds at 30-50 kms/hr from the SW; the Weather Network states winds 10 from the SE as at 6 pm. Confusing!

Also, at least a couple of the regulars will be out-of-town this weekend. That coupled with iffy weather may result in a poor turnout. There is a possibility of rain so CHECK this blog in the morning for any notice of cancellation. I will post by 7 am if the group ride is cancelled.

Neil passed this link on about next year’s GrandFondo (July 2016). Special rates for early entrants. It is a bit early to commit but the discounts are substantial. Check it out here: http://www.granfondoottawa.org/event/index & here http://www.granfondoottawa.org/event/listing

Okay, Ride your bike! Bye bye, ac. Comments always welcome at arnpriorcycling@bell.net; https://twitter.com/ArnpriorCycling

Home

no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark.

you only run for the border
when you see the whole city
running as well.

your neighbours running faster
than you, the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind
the old tin factory is
holding a gun bigger than his body,
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.

no one would leave home unless home
chased you, fire under feet,
hot blood in your belly.

it’s not something you ever thought about
doing, and so when you did –
you carried the anthem under your breath,
waiting until the airport toilet
to tear up the passport and swallow,
each mouthful of paper making it clear that
you would not be going back.

you have to understand,
no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land

who would choose to spend days
and nights in the stomach of a truck
unless the miles travelled
meant something more than journey. . . . (an excerpt from  this poem) Warsaw Shire