32 Miles Feels Better

Buds and I took advantage of the mild, it-might-get-sunny weather, and biked up to Lake Ontario on Sunday.

Buds had ridden up this way when I was away on some trip, so he had sights he wanted to show me, and he also wanted to take us on low traffic routes as much as possible.

One of many great things about my bike and my biking apparel is that I am like a lighthouse beacon of movement. Odds of someone hitting me are small because on the bike I am the same size as a smart car, and I am highly visible. This means I am much more comfortable taking up space in traffic than I used to be when we first began biking. Buds still tries hard to find us easy routes, but we are so much more comfortable biking around than when we first began our biking life.

We biked as far out on the path on the right as we could.

We rode a leisurely route home, stopping as we chose, enjoying the sun when it peeked out, and always reveling in the time together.

Thirty-two miles meant sore keisters, but not so sore as last weekend, and it's obvious consistent riding will make it better and better.