When I go on a bike ride my mind is pretty clear. Probably the only time I don’t have a million thoughts running through it. My bike rides is more of a form of meditation.

Most bike riders are passing me by. Most don’t say a work which is fine by me. I wonder if it because I’m not in lycra a d riding a road bike. Have we got pass the whole waving craze and just let people ride in peace. 

If I’m around town most bike riders are riding all kinds of bikes and running errands. When I get away from town it is the road cyclist in their lycra. Racing each other and probably trying to beat times of other cyclist on Strava. I’m in shorts and t-shirt and hiking shoes. Hiking shoes have become my favorite shoes to wear when riding my bike. If I wind up at Briones I lock up the bike and go hiking. Might ride the trails but it becomes difficult in some areas. Pushing a bike is more tiring than hiking up a trail.

Thursday seems to become my errand day on the bike and Friday is my long rides. I don’t know why it just became the routine. 

The weather is turning nice and that means less time stopping at Starbucks and Peet’s and more resting outside. Nothing is better than reading a book under a tree with a nice breeze. Could become a short nap. Now that is what riding my is about.