June 24/17: 70 Kms; 2 Hrs 18; 525 Metres; Eight Riders

June 24/17: 42 Kms; 1 Hr 28; 179 Metres; Two Riders

Total 112 Kms

Hello. Great conditions this morning, at least in the early going. The west wind picked up force by noon, enough to make cycling difficult. But, hey, that’s life isn’t it, full of head winds and climbs and obstacles to confound the mind, challenge the body, and belabour the spirit. Still, we rise to the hour of difficulty with resolve, knowing with effort and commitment the hour will pass – the race will be run and the task completed. Yes, everything fades, nothing lasts forever but we live and enjoy what time we yet may have. To do otherwise is a repudiation of birth itself.

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Here’s the tentative plan for Sunday: (shortened because of time constraints):

Meet at Stinsons on White Lake Rd for 7:30 am 7:30 am start and ride to Burnstown (no coffee – sorry) via White Lake, Kippen, Creekside, McLaughlin, McLeod, Burnstown Km 22; home via hwy 508, Goshen, Yantha (gravel), Lochwinnow, Stevenson, Braeloch, Campbell Side Rd, etc. for a total distance of 54 kms.

This route involves a stiff climb up White Lake Rd to Kippen, some rollers to Creekside and Burnstown, a short steep pitch on Goshen and at McGregor’s hill. We have no training goal for Sunday other than to spin the legs and get some kilometres. Plan is to keep the effort moderate. Ask yourself, “where else would you rather be?”

As usual, it’s steady as she goes, with minimal delays on the road.

Weather: 15C – 20 C, mix of sun and clouds, winds west 15. POP 40%+.

Caveat: All this subject to change based upon the turnout and the weather and rider consensus.

“A group ride is not a race. If there’s no number on your back, it’s not a race.”

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

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.         R  Frost