Coach said that I was supposed to ride two hours today. I crawled out of bed as best as I could at 5:30am, and was as psyched as possible.
For 5:30am.
Unfortunately, the tri-bike decided to misbehave a bit this morning. There was an easy fix, but the more I messed with it the more it ate into valuable riding time. The vintage Benotto is off at a spa in California for its 25th birthday, so that left the CX bike.
So – what the heck – I took it out.
I’ve been riding this bike on rainy days this spring, and you may know that we have had a few. Last fall, Pete showed me a little loop not too far from PEMBAbase, and it has a couple hills that help with intervals. Early in the morning there are a lot of dog-walkers on the trail. They were very polite, and they also looked at me as if I may have been breaking another law. (And since last weekend’s adventures in lawlessness I have been trying to stay on the straight-and-narrow, I swear…)
The trail had changed radically in the few short weeks since I was on it last. It had become overgrown, and very green. There were fewer flowers, and more grasses and leaves. Instead of riding through calf-deep fresh spring shoots, I found myself shooting through tunnels of solid green. Leaves stuck to my helmet and shoes.
Growing up in Arizona and Wyoming, I learned to tell the difference between different sub-species of cholla cactus, and I know many Wind River Range native plants by smell alone. My friend Darren also grew up elsewhere, but he’s done a much better job than I have at learning the spectrum of Wisconsin flora. I’m inspired by his skills in this, so I’ll have to study some.
When you find a bit of nature and return to it again and again, you discover new things. The earth changes every day, and we only discover this when we take the time to notice. It’s probably not for nothing that the best naturalists became experts in small plots of local land. Thoreau had Walden Pond, Aldo Leopold had The Shack, and Darwin developed his ideas on the small islands of the Galapagos. When you focus on the particular and revisit it frequently, change reveals itself to you in ways that are measurable.
In our industry, we often promote the biggest, wildest, and furthest-flung adventures. These sorts of trips capture the imagination, because at heart we’re all aspirational enthusiasts. This isn’t a bad thing per se, but it seems that we need to weave in the idea that there is just as much to discover in the Hundred Acre Wood, just down the road, every dang day.
As young as you feel:
Vera – mother and step-mother to three – will turn 15 for the 29th time this summer.
We hear this all the time, and never seem to obey. Vera and I took out the new longboards, and rode them much of the weekend with the kids. There were no casualties, except for four-year-old Misa who stepped on one of the boards and had it slip out from under her. She has a really nice nose-scrape and a little bit of a fat-lip. When asked about it, she smiles and beams proudly: “I was skate-boarding!”
We had so much fun on them that we changed plans for Saturday’s date-night. Originally, we were going to go check out the new-ish Sundance Theatre here in Madison, but we didn’t want to give up our rides. So, we dressed as nicely as we dared and hit the endless asphalt bike trails around Madison. After some good cruising, we stopped first at one of the nicest Tex-Mex restaurants in town, and hardly felt out-of-place with our almost four-foot-long boards tucked under our table. After a few margaritas, we hit the night-time roads to get ice-cream on State Street. From there, we cruised some of the ramps up and down onto the bike path – and even went buildering in a few coveted locations – until it was time to relieve the baby-sitter, at 11pm.
Several things: 1) We both got smile-cramps from riding these boards; 2) Paths and roads we’d biked, run, or walked hundreds of times suddenly became very different because of our new mode of travel; and 3) No dinosaurs were wasted over the course of our date-night, and CO2 emissions were limited to our slightly-elevated respiration rates.
Which is more illegal – buildering or boarding at the Kohl Center?
Okay, so we broke a few laws, too: As it turns out, we later heard that you can get a DUI from riding a skateboard under the influence, and buildering – or boarding – on or around the Kohl Center is strictly verboten. At our age, we’re really far too old to be breaking so many laws so close to home, but what does that matter? You’re as young as you feel, really.
On Saturday, we each felt about fifteen: Slightly rebellious, completely independent, invincible, and – yes – even a little hormonal. What could be better?
ps: I ran some errands on the Fleetwood today, and discovered that we broke yet another law: You can’t ride skateboards on the street! Thanks to the kind officer from the MPD who gave me a friendly warning today instead of a ticket…
Hint: What products here don’t we rep? Thanks Uncle Mike!
We paid Steve a nickel to model a look that we’re sure wasn’t quite created on purpose. We call him “50 Steve.” All he needs is a pair of highly authentic Vasque Triple-Crowns and he’d be all set for a hike uptown…