It's been a good week for riding. I rode 140 miles from Greeley to get here on Sunday -- not very far, but the longest time I'd been on the bike since my knee surgery on Valentine's Day.
Monday was 230 miles on a magnificently beautiful day. South of Colorado Springs through mountains and prayers and canyons and forests, oh my!!
Today was 186 through totally different kind of country. It was a good ride till the group leader decided we needed to stop. He picked a small paved pullout and as I slowed down, I thought, "I ought not to stop there." But others were so I did too. As I pulled on to the pullout, I was looking for a decent place to stop. Then before I had one picked, I had to stop anyway and my left foot went down on about 1/8" of sand. Foot slid, bike laid down. Slight amount of additional cosmetic damage to big pannier lid. I was glad there were others there to help lift the bike. After the stop, it went back to being a good ride, although my back and my neck are a tad sore.
Tomorrow, I'm not going to leave the Springs, but will ride over to see a longtime motorcycle friend who's had three strokes since February of last year. He's worried that his riding days may be over for good. Right now, he's not even driving until he gets clearance from his neurologist -- he sees her on Friday.
Monday was 230 miles on a magnificently beautiful day. South of Colorado Springs through mountains and prayers and canyons and forests, oh my!!
Today was 186 through totally different kind of country. It was a good ride till the group leader decided we needed to stop. He picked a small paved pullout and as I slowed down, I thought, "I ought not to stop there." But others were so I did too. As I pulled on to the pullout, I was looking for a decent place to stop. Then before I had one picked, I had to stop anyway and my left foot went down on about 1/8" of sand. Foot slid, bike laid down. Slight amount of additional cosmetic damage to big pannier lid. I was glad there were others there to help lift the bike. After the stop, it went back to being a good ride, although my back and my neck are a tad sore.
Tomorrow, I'm not going to leave the Springs, but will ride over to see a longtime motorcycle friend who's had three strokes since February of last year. He's worried that his riding days may be over for good. Right now, he's not even driving until he gets clearance from his neurologist -- he sees her on Friday.