Week one of 52 rides in 52 weeks. Grand total of rides for the week: 3.
Yeah! Surpassed the week's goal.
Please don't give me grief about setting the bar too low. I know myself.
Wrap up: Ride 1. Decked myself out in full rain regalia, complete with mittens. Unfortunately, on the ride home it was 65 degrees and sunny. Probably why the passing motorists gave me a wide berth.
Ride 2. An ordinary, forgettable commute to yoga school.
|Devotees' shoes outside the yoga room|
Ride 3. Best of the week: sunny Sunday, early morning, misty.
A panhandler with a radiant smile declined to let me take his picture because, he said, he didn't want to support fetishism. Fair enough.
Substitute panhandler photo below.
|Image Source: The Inquisitor, "Panhandlers Discover New Stimulous Tactic"|
Fishers, both avian and humanoid.
|See "Amazing Pictures of Birds" for more like this of a kingfisher|
Maybe it's just from looking through gold-colored sunglasses, but it seems like grass really is greener from a bicycle.
|Spring grass and my shadow|