|Sunset over Blair's Ferry Road on Nov. 21. End of a satisfying biking day on the eve of Thanksgiving.|
On Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, I did a fair amount of biking.
I had a meeting with a student at MMU at 10 a.m., so I rode to campus. It was promising to be a fine day—a day not shrouded by fog, and though I like fog, that’s a pleasant change.
The student had to leave for work by 11 a.m., so I took off towards home. On the way, I got a text from Audrey saying that she and Ben and the Sebers grandchildren (who had stayed overnight) were going to the Bowman Woods School playground. What with one thing and another (three small children to prep), I intercepted them enroute.
They had brought the tot seat for my bike. As the kids played, I attached it, and before lunch, Mr. T and I inspected the Boyson Trail, the side trail with the long K name and headed back to my house on the Lindale Trail.
My sister Cate texted me in the morning, asking if I wanted an afternoon ride. After lunch and the Sebers kids all headed home with their mom, I took off for Cate’s, arriving there about 2:30. We headed over to the Cedar River Trail south through downtown. We toyed with the idea of taking in the Prairie Parks Fishery, but the shadows were getting long, the traffic downtown was unusually heavy, so we decided to stick to the trail and keep heading south. We turned around at the park with the ball diamonds that’s by the power plan—Tate Cummins? Don’t know if I’ve got it spelled correctly.
The light turned golden and pretty, and I thought of stopping to photograph the river, but we kept going. By 42nd street on the return journey, we both switched on lights while waiting for the cross walk light.
I bade her so long as we head east into Cedar Rapids along North something, Northwood, Northlane, whatever that north street is.
Between the campus ride, trail ride and afternoon journey, I suppose I rode 35 miles or so. I’m definitely not in RAGBRAI shape, as I had to pop some Advil for a sore back after I got home.
But, today is Thanksgiving. As a biker, I’m thankful for this odd warm weather, for family to ride with, for excellent trails in Cedar Rapids that are getting better all the time. And for my bike, which, as Cate notes, desperately needs new tires.
I’m against the whole concept of Black Friday, but I probably will be stopping at the bike shop—not for gift items, but just for some tires and chain lube. I’m thankful for having worn out those tires—it was honestly done, and may I wear out the new set with more late fall and winter biking!