I was on vacation last week, so of course the sun is out today, warming my back while I’m on break and huddled over my notebook so I can see it in the shadow of my body.
But you don’t care about that.
What you want to know is who finally made spring happen this year.
I humbly confess it was me—and in the simplest way possible.
I finally cleaned the winter salt off my coffee bike this morning.
In quick order, the sun broke through, the wind diminished, bluebirds asked about mealworms—hey, Sam, what gives, you had them last year—the earth warmed, I put on my work shirt, and cranky people smiled.
So, you’re welcome.
And since you also want to know how much all that cleaned-off salt and dirt and grit weighed, I’ll estimate.
At least 10 pounds, maybe 35.
I’m not good at estimating. It was a lot.
My April streak of riding every day remains unbroken. Amazing that no matter which direction I rode last week I ended each day with about 16 miles.
Well, that changes today.
April 12. 1 mile.