Getting Squirrelly with it.

Last Wednesday I rode in and back to work. I could have chosen a sedentary, relaxing yet social ferry ride home. Instead, I played hard, worked hard, and rode hard. I traded throwing back beers with all that cycling throws at you. A samping follows.

Riding home in jeans. Clipping a squirrel and getting squirley without hitting the deck. Dodging tourists riding up Conzelman against traffic as I fly down at 35+mph, with cars skimming by me at 50+mph. Headwinds. Wet roads itchy to teach you what it feels like to ice skate on wheels. Traffic, everywhere none the bit worried about you. Pushing it against the crosswind even though you know Mother Nature is supposed to win, and she doesn't win pretty if you lose. Smiles. Denial. Pain, effortless gliding. Passed by no one yet passing everyone. Riding with friends. Laughing. Burning calories sure but who cares? From saddle to computer  my brain was rolling on a high of adrenaline. We wanted more and got it. I feel alive, I feel young, never accepting I'm the old guy we never wanted to be. Instead I'm the old guy I've always wanted to be. Loving it.