Monday, March 05, 2007
Returned in the crisp spring air. Dinner in Savoy at 6:00.
Ride or drive?
I *like* riding my bike. Maybe, if I'd ridden to Springfield, I'd have driven to Savoy.
I *don't* want to show up as a function of my bicycle.
I have a plan.
Tights, those soft light thermals, and green khaki pants. Happiness because even over two layers, they aren't too tight :) :) Thermal base, pink turtleneck, pink sweater (my favorite one, successfully darned).
I'm dressed for dinner on the outside, outside on the inside. Yes, I look 20 pounds heavier than I am but hey, that means that when it gets warmer I shall instantly look 20 pounds lighter. Life is relative :)
I put on my lit backpack and tucked the wine in the Xtracycle. Lit the other lights. Took off. Gladness, gladness to be outside and riding, into the wind. I LIKE TO RIDE :) :)
Pulled into the driveway and avoided being seen thru the window :) Parked bike where it wasn't visible from the road. Slipped off backpack and laid it next to bike. Put helmet on bike frame. Took wine bottle from Xtra saddlebag.
Entered. Coats on bed, wine on table. Methinks victory: no "did you ride?"
Wined. Dined. Opined.
Time to go. Headed for back door. "The side door is open and more direct."
Only if I drove, kind sir :) :) But that shall be my egress. A swift-thinking guest says in jest, "Are we parked behind you?" Snork. Guest knows.
Full moon, gentle tailwind, the peace of the quiet prairie... a breathtakingly beautiful wide ride home.
Yes, I could have driven. Yuck.
I hope it is successful as it could create a different culture for riding and commuting and health, the environment, less dependence on oil, etc.
Why did you wish to look as if you drove to the dinner (or to avoid anyone realizing that you biked?) Was this some sort of special dinner with guests who would think less of you for riding and whose opinions mattered to you?
(The few words you used to capture the ride home conjured up memories of similar rides home in the dark.)
The guy who installed my Xtracycle was there and he knew I had ridden, 'cause he joked "are we parked behind you?" and hten said to the confused masses, "she's on a bike!" I don't know if he k new just because he knows or if he'd looked.