If you've read my blog much you know that I escape and blow off stress
by riding my bicycle.
Mostly I just cruise along back roads, breathing in the morning air,
letting the brain wander while burning a few calories.
But there is this HILL (made to appear even more intimidating
by camera angle) called Pole Line Road. I've told myself that
as long as I can make it to the top, no matter how slowly,
without getting off to walk, I still don't need to retire to a rocking chair.
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While downloading this picture to my computer I pulled up the photos
I have saved with the tag "BICYCLE." Here are a few:
Kids and grandkids on the way to a July 4th Parade
Grandpa showing off his bike while we wait for the parade to start
son, Bobert and wife ready to ride 100 miles (they did it)
near Zion National Park in Utah
The Californians in the parking lot
Outing with Bobert's family on a new bike trail near their home
Shooting the neighbors from my front porch
Rescuing Beavis from a hail storm
Bobert again at a triathlon
Bobert's wife--same triathlon, transitioning from swim to bike
Beavis after riding to the top of Teton Pass, ready
to commit suicide by riding DOWN the other side
(he made it okay--whew!)
Thanks for hanging in all the way to the end and letting me
indulge in a little show and tell.