Somehow a post got deleted. Wed, I wrote a blog entry on our trip to the High Bridge trail and thought I had posted it. When chatting with a friend today, he said he hadn’t seen it. Sad.
John and I enjoy driving to Farmville, Va once a month or so and riding the High Bridge Trail. For a week, we had been anticipating our trip, and planning/saving to have dinner at Charley’s on the river. Wednesday finally arrived, and John had finished his work day. We loaded his touring bike, and my recumbent into my truck, and headed out. Twenty minutes into the ride, John has a rather sheepish look on his face as he slows and begins to do a 3 point turn. An inquisitive look smacks him in the head like a knuckleball.
“We have to go back to get your bike.”
Now, I loaded my bike myself, so I know we don’t have to go back and I’m always the first to be choking back a “huh-uh” when he’s wrong.
“No honey, I loaded it.”
“No, it’s in the road.” Sheepish turns to nauseous. John knows how I feel about my bikes and seems to be worried that I’m going to dissolve on the spot. We turn around to pick up the bike, having only gone 25 yards further and someone is already eyeballing it, contemplating snatching it for themself, or contemplating whether it’s recumbent configurations is what happens to road bikes when they fly out of vehicles onto the road.
I scoop the bike up and back into the truck and home we head. Less than an hour later, we pass the same spot with two touring bikes Locked to the tie-downs in the 4 corners of the truck. The recumbent is recovering at home with a shattered crank-set, a bent seat and all cables need to be replaced. We got off easy. There was no one behind us to be injured, thankfully and the bike can be repaired. I had become quite fond of my recumbent and unfortunately, my insurance deductible is $1000.00. Higher than the cost of a replacement recumbent. Oh well, I guess God decided I needed another project or less bikes. Phooey!
We got to Farmville and headed out on the trail under blue skies. 3 Miles later, we halted our bikes and headed under a hickory tree hoping to salvage a dry square inch of ourselves before the rain stopped. We could still see blue sky and suspected the rain would pass quickly. The clouds overpowered the beautiful blue expanses and we decided that it was time to head back after 10 minutes in the rain. Temps were declining and we were getting cold. The bikes carried us quickly west, toward Farmville, and skies began to blue again. Behind us was a torrent. Ahead of us was unclouded sky.
We opted for dinner and a comfy ride home. Since I had been teaching, I had been hauling towels back and forth in the car, to use as ironing boards. They came in handy as we toweled ourselves and put fresh clothes on for dinner.
Charley’s was delish, as usual. We drove home laughing and chatting about the eventful journey.
Go make your own breeze and remember: if you’re not having fun; you’re in the wrong gear.