Sunday is 7 am 7 am 7am  7am 7am 7 am

Sept 23/17: 105.6 Kms; 3 Hrs 20; 662 Metres; Eight Riders

Hello to you all.

Life is good. There I was at Stinsons in the pre-dawn, sitting alfresco sipping my coffee and listening to Mozart’s Laudate Dominum https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9rvyvssvuI and wondering just who would arrive and when. I never know, really; it’s always a surprise. And, eventually, one by one, out of the half-light each rider appeared alone, but each responding to the same call, each on his own journey but prepared for a few hours to share and join with others: a holy communion of the like-minded, of bodies and spirit caught up in an endeavor of struggle and beauty. Ah, life is good to be so blessed.

You missed a good one. It was a fabulous hot, humid summer’s morning. But one of us anticipated this and had the good sense to set the start time at 7 am. What a difference that made. We rode the first two and a half hours in relative comfort, notwithstanding the energy we expended on the climbs. In fact, all was good until we saddled-up after coffee at the Neat. By now, the sun was king of the sky, with nary a cloud in sight, except for skiffs of cirrocumulous which presented a futile gauze of resistance to the scorching rays.

Fortunately, our effort was moderate and allowed for lots of conversation up and down the pace-line, as we rode two-by-two (in Noah’s Ark style) along the less travelled sections of road. The mood was decidedly relaxed, which suited Joe, as no one was vying with him for the lead. This resulted in him pulling for ten’s of kilometres, until the SWS wind on Concession 9/Meyer Rd finally seized his legs; and, he took a well deserved rest at the back of the line.

Yes, this was one to savour, an absolute delight and surprise in its rarity, like a hole-in-one at the local men’s night.

It’s late September. There aren’t many days like this left this season. Life is good on the bicycle, especially in light winds in warm weather and with like-minded friends. You know, you really just should have been there.

A big thanks to Tim for this ‘Relive the Ride’. Great depiction of this morning’s ride. NB: The iPhone recording distorts the pace, however.     https://www.relive.cc/view/1197711401

Here’s the tentative plan for Sunday: (subject to rider consensus)

Meet at Stinsons on White Lake Rd for 7:00 am 7:00 7.00 am start and ride to Haley’s Station via Russett, #508, Goshen, L-W, Gillan, Hall, Opeongo, S McNaughton, Butler, #60 (for 3 kms), Haley Rd, Cheneau, Four Crns, Story Land, Pinnacle, GOE, Bruce, Raglan, etc to Tim’s on O’Brien for coffee (KM 77); home via Whitton, Gillan, L-w, Stevensons, Campbell Side Rd, etc. for a total of 109 Kms and 566 metres of climbing.

For those with time constraints, there are options to cut it short at several points along the way. Don’t miss out, just because the route is longer than you have time for.

This route has lots of climbing but it’s all for your betterment. There is nothing too difficult, mostly steady grades that go on for a bit.

When the alarm rings in the morning, ask yourself, “Where else would I rather be?” than on my bike pedalling away the fatty bits. If you need encouragement, just think you’ll be five months off the bicycle (Nov – March). And, the weather is perfect for Sunday.

Our training goal is to gain power and strength and to build upon our existing endurance base.

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

Weather: 18 – 26 C, with high humidity; full sun; POP 00%; winds W/NW 14.

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

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

from A Dialogue of Self and Soul
I am content to follow to its source
Every event in action or in thought;
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!
When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest.     WBY