Hello –

Here’s hoping you’re all well in these difficult times, more difficult for some than for others. If you’re like me, you’re lucky if you have only a few deprivations – inconveniences at most. Sure, we’ve all lost a portion of ‘paper’ net worth in the equity markets. Sure, I’d like to go for my morning coffee to the local shop the way I used to do; and, I’d like to take shelter and warm up with a hot coffee at the halfway point of my ride. Most of all, I’d really like to see all of you again, the way we used to get together like old times on the weekends for a 100+ km ride. Can’t do that now. Sure would be nice, though.

Now, I ride solo, like you, in the rain, in the cold, and in the heavy wind, always the front runner – breaking wind, so to speak. No encouragement, no hand-off to the next in-line; no good job there, no well done – bereft of comments and company, I pedal on and take what pleasure I can from the countryside and try to reflect on it all. I’m getting a glimpse of what it’s like for the aged, alone in nursing homes.

Solitary confinement doesn’t suit me. I’m not that gregarious, really; but, I do like select company, especially on long rides. Conversation is good but just the physical presence of another like-minded individual is much. Closeness doesn’t require words.

Now, new patterns supplant the old ways. It takes getting used to. Looking back serves no purpose other than to sow discontent. Moving forward is all, as is drinking. New reality. I’ve set parameters though – no Bailey’s except after 75 kms; and unlimited after 100 kms. I do enjoy one or two – one too many at times on a Saturday afternoon after a long hard ride on the bicycle, like to-day.

Life is short and in the end nothing matters. We are just a random collection of atoms after all. Nothing more. Detritus of the big bang; or, if you prefer the children of the big bang. Soon or late we expire, leaving not even a contrail of our existence. Here and then gone, as if not having existed in the first place; just a re-assemblage of cosmic matter. So, from my cosmic matter to yours, I miss out atomic interactions!

I can say this for certain. That 6 ounces of Bailey’s costs me 60 minutes of cycling time to earn.

Meantime, from me: stay fit, firm, fine – always.

Sam Stone in memory of John Prine: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OLVWEYUqGew

Tour Dates (tentative in light of COVID19)

RLCT June 13/14  Cancelled

Tour of Whitewater July 11  https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=tour+of+white+water

Tour de Bonnechere Mid August http://tourdebonnechere.blogspot.com/

Tour (Grandfondo PEI) Aug 28-30 http://granfondo-pei.ca/

Tour Prince Edward County Sept 12  https://www.countygranfondo.com/

Tour of Thousand Islands Sept 13 https://tigranfondo.com/the-ride/

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I am convinced that most people do not grow up. We find parking spaces and honor our credit cards. We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias. Maya Angelou