Cycling Season

It felt like I didn't ride my bike for two years as we built the house.

This year, thank goodness, is different. The embers of my love affair with the bicycle have been rekindled and are burning strong once again. I have Nancy to thank because I've joined her two mornings a week on her commute to the bakery. She bikes from Waitsfield to Middlesex, which is about 13 miles; I ride with her about half way, to Moretown, and then ride home again and in doing so build in a "ride to work" even though I am working at home most of the time.

Having this routine has ignited the spark and now I'm all wrapped up in the pleasure of being on my bike again. I love it. While we were building the house it just never felt okay to take off and ride my bike. I'm not sure why that is, but the result was that I rarely got on my bike for two seasons. In fact, I think I biked more on Cape Cod when we went away for vacation then I did here in Vermont.

Tomorrow Nancy and I are biking at least down to Rochester and perhaps farther en route to a family get together in Chittenden.