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Greens
Guest
I was going strong until about a week and a half ago. We had a warm spell
and it was about seventy fahrenheit. Then I went out one evening and ran
into a cold 25mph headwind followed by drizzle, followed by rain and
temperatures of about 55. Yuck! I'd been crabbing about hot weather all
summer. I finally get some nice cool weather and it kills all my desire to
bicycle. There's just something about cold, wet windy weather that to me
says, "It's over. Come back next spring when you're fat and you've lost all
the muscle you've built up this summer."
I started taking long walks in the woods. Headwinds don't bother me walking
and it just feels right even though bicycling is a much better work out.
Comically enough (if you remember my safety concerns) I was strolling along
on my second visit to the woods when I heard what sounded like an
approaching missle and then a "POOM" kind of noise. When I looked back, the
trail was covered with yellow smoke. A long dead tree, maybe a hundred feet
high and totally without branches or bark had fallen in light winds and
slammed onto the trail I'd just walked over five seconds before with
terrific force. Without branches it moved silently except for a couple of
clunks and that approaching missle noise just before impact. Nothing to slow
it down but one little sapling at the end. I'm going to need an iron cage
for my walks I guess.
and it was about seventy fahrenheit. Then I went out one evening and ran
into a cold 25mph headwind followed by drizzle, followed by rain and
temperatures of about 55. Yuck! I'd been crabbing about hot weather all
summer. I finally get some nice cool weather and it kills all my desire to
bicycle. There's just something about cold, wet windy weather that to me
says, "It's over. Come back next spring when you're fat and you've lost all
the muscle you've built up this summer."
I started taking long walks in the woods. Headwinds don't bother me walking
and it just feels right even though bicycling is a much better work out.
Comically enough (if you remember my safety concerns) I was strolling along
on my second visit to the woods when I heard what sounded like an
approaching missle and then a "POOM" kind of noise. When I looked back, the
trail was covered with yellow smoke. A long dead tree, maybe a hundred feet
high and totally without branches or bark had fallen in light winds and
slammed onto the trail I'd just walked over five seconds before with
terrific force. Without branches it moved silently except for a couple of
clunks and that approaching missle noise just before impact. Nothing to slow
it down but one little sapling at the end. I'm going to need an iron cage
for my walks I guess.