Got back on the bike today after almost a week off. A little chilly, but just about perfect (toes got a little cold, but hey, I don't mind!). Light traffic, fresh air, sun's coming up earlier all the time. I was in good shape for riding. Came up against a good headwind, something motorists have no clue about, but I was just a little slower then, ducking a bit lower, shifting down. Hit a Big Blower straight on, about a block from work, almost made me crawl. Found the entrance, whipped in the garage, straight into the freight elevator and out again, down the hall and into the storage room.
Got in to work about five minutes behind schedule, but feeling great. Took off my favorite
windbreaker, turned it inside out to dry over the back of my chair (Vern calls me "sweaty Pete"),
and headed off on my morning rounds. I threw on my dry backup jacket. My feet were still
stiff from the cold, but I only noticed it for a moment. Stopped by the snack bar with a great
excuse to pick up a large chocolate milk and a large coffee. Ate more as soon as I had the
chance (an hour on the bike = an hour of eating, or something like that). I felt like James
Brown: "I feel good! Owww!"
Now I'm about ready to hit the road again. Temp's 51 degrees F, wind's still gusty, 18 - 25 mph.,
but it will be from the northwest and I'm heading east. Sky's sunny and bright. I'll take the quiet
route home, through the neighborhood streets that sneak their way home through Atlanta,
Decatur, and finally Stone Mountain. The crowded traffic will never know I'm shadowing them all
the way. I'll be in my own cyclist's paradise. I wouldn't mind a little company, though...