Second Bike Ride of the Year (Warmer, Thank You!)
Got out on my bike again this afternoon.
It feels so good to be doing that again. Forget the damn stationary bike! Give
me open sky and the wind in my hair any day. Spring is in my bones
now.
Another gorgeous, sunny day. And warmer. All of 49
degrees, according to the sign at WDKX.
So I hopped on my bike again. This time a jacket sans hat/hood was just fine. It feels so good to be riding again. Forget the damn stationary bike! Give me open sky and the wind in my hair any day!
A longer ride, this time, down Alexander then east on Park Ave. to the end. Lots of people were out enjoying the sun. Cafe Cibon even had their sidewalk tables out, and they were filled with people. Bundled up, yes, but still outdoors.
Kept on going down Park Ave/Park Street to East Ave, whereupon, seeing Wegman's, I remembered the prescription I was supposed to refill yesterday, and really needed last night.
So I stopped over, locked up my bike, got the order taken care of fine; and then, since it was going to be twenty minutes before I could pick it up, I figured I would just ride some more. Went down Winton over the 490 to Hillside, then down Hillside to the footbridge that crosses back over the 490, at Colby Street on the other side.
Walked my bike over that. The ice was really bad. Could have cracked my head open if I had fallen off my bike. Nearly slipped and fell anyway, just walking.
Then back up Park Street to East and Wegman's, whereupon I realized that I was missing the long chain I use to lock my bike to immovable objects. Either I left it behind or it fell out of my pocket while I was riding (I didn't have my backpack, where I usually keep it). Damn my ditzy brain! I hung around a bit, looking for someone I could ask to watch my bike for a minute, then gave up. Put the padlock on the rear spokes so at least no one could ride off with my bike easily, and dashed in, hoping my prescription would be ready and I could dash back out. It was.
Riding back I noticed the light cirrus clouds, and was reminded of these lines from the poem I wrote at the Ginsberg workshop, back in May 1996:
white cirrus fingers
splay across a pale blue heart
stone breaks into a sparrow song
Indeed. Spring is in my bones now, and my heart breaks into song! Nothing can dampen my spirits.
So I hopped on my bike again. This time a jacket sans hat/hood was just fine. It feels so good to be riding again. Forget the damn stationary bike! Give me open sky and the wind in my hair any day!
A longer ride, this time, down Alexander then east on Park Ave. to the end. Lots of people were out enjoying the sun. Cafe Cibon even had their sidewalk tables out, and they were filled with people. Bundled up, yes, but still outdoors.
Kept on going down Park Ave/Park Street to East Ave, whereupon, seeing Wegman's, I remembered the prescription I was supposed to refill yesterday, and really needed last night.
So I stopped over, locked up my bike, got the order taken care of fine; and then, since it was going to be twenty minutes before I could pick it up, I figured I would just ride some more. Went down Winton over the 490 to Hillside, then down Hillside to the footbridge that crosses back over the 490, at Colby Street on the other side.
Walked my bike over that. The ice was really bad. Could have cracked my head open if I had fallen off my bike. Nearly slipped and fell anyway, just walking.
Then back up Park Street to East and Wegman's, whereupon I realized that I was missing the long chain I use to lock my bike to immovable objects. Either I left it behind or it fell out of my pocket while I was riding (I didn't have my backpack, where I usually keep it). Damn my ditzy brain! I hung around a bit, looking for someone I could ask to watch my bike for a minute, then gave up. Put the padlock on the rear spokes so at least no one could ride off with my bike easily, and dashed in, hoping my prescription would be ready and I could dash back out. It was.
Riding back I noticed the light cirrus clouds, and was reminded of these lines from the poem I wrote at the Ginsberg workshop, back in May 1996:
white cirrus fingers
splay across a pale blue heart
stone breaks into a sparrow song
Indeed. Spring is in my bones now, and my heart breaks into song! Nothing can dampen my spirits.
Posted: Sat - February 28, 2004 at 09:24 AM
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written by: Bob Russell / Carl Sigman
Sung by Billie Holiday
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-- Margaret Mead
"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all..."
-- Emily Dickinson
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