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Daylight Savings Sendoff

This was my last bike ride from work for awhile. The dark days of winter will be upon us next week. I’m sorry the kids had to trick-or-treat in the rain last night, but it made for a beautiful Autumn day for riding; abundant sunshine, clean, crisp air, and no wind.

When I left my house this morning, it was still raining, but I decided to listen to that Barbie doll who does the morning weather on Channel 3 and trust that the sun would shine by noon. She was right. Thank you, Christina.

Work to home is 10 miles, but I have come up with a zig-zag, which extends it to almost 25 miles. I love this ride. Except for very short stints it keeps me off busy roads, there are a few small climbs, and well, the scenery is spectacular.

The sun was already low in the sky when I left, but I knew I had a couple hours of daylight remaining, even with the long shadows.

I had music with me. On a ride by yourself, music is company. Songs remind you of times in your life, of places and of people. There is so much thinking that goes on when you are peddling alone.

A guy on a fluorescent orange bike passed me on the frontage road. I gave chase, but he was too fast. I was hoping to draft behind him if he would let me, since that is a perfect stretch of road for that. That’s also where I snapped the picture of my shadow.

I was blinded by the sun in different sections on Canyon Road. I didn’t mind so much on the climbing part, but being briefly blinded on the descent was a little hairy.

West Dry Creek Road was stunningly beautiful. I saw two ducks take flight. Ducks appear to struggle in flight. They fly a bit clumsily as if it doesn’t come easy to them.

It was here that I sang out loud, which may not be the best thing to do on a bike because a bug shot directly to the back of my throat. There was nothing I could do but take a big gulp of water and wash it down.

It was nice to see others out riding. It was also nice that I didn’t see any grape trucks. I don’t much like sharing the road with them. The smell of Harvest is still in the air, though. So was marijuana.

I felt strong even though I haven’t been riding much. I haven’t been doing much running either. I guess I took a break. No more breaks. My body and mind are much happier when I’m exercising.

We arrived home just as the sun disappeared behind the hills. Scotty and me.

And here’s the song I was singing:

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