Another Me Too.

I'm slow on a bike. My average speeds are abysmal, compared to those posted by others. But so what? I'm enjoying myself. I stop to (literally) smell the flowers, pick mulberries, listen to the sounds, whatever. On night rides I'm all over the road 'cause I'm looking at the stars. All this is Good.

I've often said that if I ever race again, it ain't gonna be my muscles providing the motivating force. I'll get a fast horse, car, motorcycle, whatever. Since I'm providing the power, though, by definition, my bike riding is not a race.

All the above being true, I DO so love those screaming downhills where I leave DH in the dust...

(No demons of foolish consistancy in this little mind...)