I already made a couple of posts around here, but now I've got a bike and just returned from my first real ride in years. I gotta say it feels good to be back in the saddle. Even riding around Medicine Lake in this wind was a blast. Traffic was courteous up in Plymouth. My Zen calm was only almost broken at the end, but I emerged unscathed.
A couple of blocks away from home I saw a ball roll from someone's driveway out into the street, so I stopped to pick it up and toss it back. I heard a kid yell, "hey! That's my ball!" Three little junior high boys were coming down to the street, but they were still a ways back, so I called, "I'm just kicking it back for you." I drop-kicked it up to them and they started cursing and yelling at me. I thought about flipping them the old bird, but I just got back on my bike and took off. They were trying to antagonize; why give 'em the satisfaction? I finished the ride feeling good and tired and triumphant.
Hope to see you all around. Peace.