Aplogies to A.A. Milne and Walt Disney
There’s nothing like a blustery day (97kph gusts) to walk about and ruminate. My lunch time walk around Towson got me to thinking about all the adventures I haven’t posted yet from last year.
There were a few nice rides along the York County Heritage Rail Trail with Mrs. Biker. There was the scare last August when Henergy-on-Wheels™ contracted infections after a ride that led to oozing, weeping legs and the fear that necrotizing fasciitis might be a possibility. I’ve careened down hills at 64kph on a bicycle while thinking of the disasters possible should I wipe out. I’ve been struck by a car and thought I might lose my foot just before it hit. But NOTHING compares to that summer scare with my son. I’m just so glad that his doctors figured out what was going on and were able to help him get better.
I also got to thinking about will I ever go on a bicycle tour? I would love to have the time, money, and physical capabilities to ride Pennsylvania Bicycle Route J from state line to state line.
So while walking along alone thinking of life, the universe, and everything it just seemed fitting that my thoughts would be strangely drawn to the lone plastic bag perched atop a winter-barrened tree, flapping noisily in the winds, struggling to get away. Your Buang Biker™ is definitely looking forward to Spring. But winter is certainly easier to maintain my moniker, because, yes, I’ve been on a few rides at -5C.
Pedal on!
