The air was cool from the overcast skies as I finally walked out of the hospital with my bike helmet swinging expectantly. Many people, perhaps,would look forward to the air conditioned comfort of their automobile, and a drive home in solitude with relaxing music or maybe talk radio. I looked forward to straddling my black and white beater bike and saying adios as I pedaled into the evening.
I'm kind of surprised that I would miss biking and that I would actually look forward to it after a hard day. I made no detours, I did not stop for ice cream or donuts. I just rode home. And I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Labels: Bike Journal