“What a difference a week makes,” my friend Bob Hines said Saturday.
He made that statement as we rolled past the county park on Diamond Lake and headed towards Green Lake with a ride around Lake Koronis near Paynesville as our goal.
A week earlier, rain diminished similar plans – a situation I described in my previous post.
This past Saturday, however, the sky was clear and the wind light.
It was the kind of day that makes Bob start talking about a daylong, century ride.
Although I usually enjoy these adventures (“I” meaning all of me except that portion of my body resting on a bike seat for seven to nine hours), I feel bad about leaving my wife, Sofia, behind.
She’s become more enthused about cycling this year thanks to the better weather and the new bike I got her for Christmas.
It has skinny tires that allow her to move a lot faster than her older bike’s fatter mountain bike tires. She rode 20 miles with me a couple weekends ago.
But she’s a sane person and doesn’t want to ride 100 miles in a day.
On this particular Saturday, however, Sofia was still fighting a determined cold and had to do some work at church.
As some serious cyclists have written in columns and on blogs, biking can be a selfish activity.
When your significant other, on the other hand, has plans and a cold, then riding can be about as guiltless as it can get.
I rode 97 miles Saturday and Bob did 101.