One of the coolest and most surprising things, of all that’s happened this summer, has been cycling with my wife. Being flatlanders, and in a very nice rural area for cycling, we’ve been able to ride side by side on a fairly regular basis and at a pretty decent clip. We get time to talk about the little things that we normally wouldn’t take because life comes at us so fast, and we get to get out and exercise together at a pace that we can both be happy with.
We rode together almost every day that we were down south in the mountains – I’d go out for a reckon ride to pick out a decent stretch that would be possible for her to ride with her Cannondale, then we’d hit the road together the next day. One of the tougher things about riding in the mountains, however, was that with all of the hills it was tough to stay together. Even so, I’m pretty much back to riding solo now, life is back to normal, and I miss the mountains and the time we had riding together.
It was down south that Mrs. BDJ really showed what she’s got. If I had a dollar for every time I thought she’d give up and turn around, and pushed through it, we could have afforded to stay down there another few days… But she didn’t. She just kept truckin’ along.
The two mile out an back that we had to stick to this year, down in North Carolina, will be unacceptable next year however. I’ll be outfitting the Miss’es’es bike with a shiny new triple and a new front derailleur so we can tear up the mountains together.
That said, I’m pretty much back to riding solo now, life is back to normal, and I miss the mountains and the time we had riding together. I’m sure we’ll still have our Sunday morning rides from time to time, but I really could get used to the every day thing we had on vacation.
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