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Today we got a warm spell here in New York, it was in the upper 20's. I kept looking out the window at the bright sun and felt the warmth of the sunlight as it came through the windows. And everytime I went outside I had to turn around and come in again and read about either others lamenting the cold or talking about their rides. AND I JUST HAD IT!!!
Soon went the long johns, the heavy jeans, tee shirt, sweat shirt, vest, scarfand coat. Warmed up the bike while I put down another cup of hot coffee and steeled my nerves. As I stood in the driveway by the wing and felt the breeze blowing and seriously thought twice about what I was about to do, and did it anyway.
I did a trip to the hardware store, I'm a usual there so they had a cup of coffee there for me as we laughed at my venture into the cold world. From there I stopped off at the post office to inquire as to when I might be expecting a package. There I'm not a usual, so no coffee for me (just as well, my bladder was beginning to tingle).
Then off for a ride, there is a stretch of road, maybe 8 miles or so that is referred to as the oatka trail. The road is winds down folloing along side a lorge wide creek (aptly named oatka creek), there is the water on one side and fields of horses on the other. There is never much traffic on it and it's always good for a relaxing ride and it's one I never tire of. After that I circled around to the school my boys attend and waited out of sight until I saw the bus (number 85), that my boys would be on and pulled out behind it to follow it home. I already knew the route it would take, all country roads to my house, and waited until I was noticed. It wasn't long until one of the riders looked back and must have commented that there was a motorcycle following them, and then new faces appeared, finally Jared, my youngest lookedo ut the back window and smiled. He started bouncing and I could see her was yelling, telling everyone it was his daddy. Suddenly, the air was warm,and I was happy. Soon new faces began popping up again, looking at me and at him, he was the center of attention, all the others envious of him. I could see the happiness, pride and joy on his face with the event. This was onethose moments that make being a parent so worthwhile. Well I beeped the airhorn a couple times and followed them home, pulled in the driveway and made a beeline for the garage. It was time to park it.
It was ashort ride, but it was a ride. It had the blood pumping and me smiling and curbed the edge of my nerves. Jared didn't want a ride, he had enough sense to realize how cold it was, but he did try on his new helmet and told me howwhen itgets warmer he's looking forward to going on a ride. Even now My son Michael is leaning on my shoulder reading what I type and waiting for the days of summer to come.
Of course, then I'm going to have put up with the arguements of who goes first and who got the longer ride.
Today we got a warm spell here in New York, it was in the upper 20's. I kept looking out the window at the bright sun and felt the warmth of the sunlight as it came through the windows. And everytime I went outside I had to turn around and come in again and read about either others lamenting the cold or talking about their rides. AND I JUST HAD IT!!!
Soon went the long johns, the heavy jeans, tee shirt, sweat shirt, vest, scarfand coat. Warmed up the bike while I put down another cup of hot coffee and steeled my nerves. As I stood in the driveway by the wing and felt the breeze blowing and seriously thought twice about what I was about to do, and did it anyway.
I did a trip to the hardware store, I'm a usual there so they had a cup of coffee there for me as we laughed at my venture into the cold world. From there I stopped off at the post office to inquire as to when I might be expecting a package. There I'm not a usual, so no coffee for me (just as well, my bladder was beginning to tingle).
Then off for a ride, there is a stretch of road, maybe 8 miles or so that is referred to as the oatka trail. The road is winds down folloing along side a lorge wide creek (aptly named oatka creek), there is the water on one side and fields of horses on the other. There is never much traffic on it and it's always good for a relaxing ride and it's one I never tire of. After that I circled around to the school my boys attend and waited out of sight until I saw the bus (number 85), that my boys would be on and pulled out behind it to follow it home. I already knew the route it would take, all country roads to my house, and waited until I was noticed. It wasn't long until one of the riders looked back and must have commented that there was a motorcycle following them, and then new faces appeared, finally Jared, my youngest lookedo ut the back window and smiled. He started bouncing and I could see her was yelling, telling everyone it was his daddy. Suddenly, the air was warm,and I was happy. Soon new faces began popping up again, looking at me and at him, he was the center of attention, all the others envious of him. I could see the happiness, pride and joy on his face with the event. This was onethose moments that make being a parent so worthwhile. Well I beeped the airhorn a couple times and followed them home, pulled in the driveway and made a beeline for the garage. It was time to park it.
It was ashort ride, but it was a ride. It had the blood pumping and me smiling and curbed the edge of my nerves. Jared didn't want a ride, he had enough sense to realize how cold it was, but he did try on his new helmet and told me howwhen itgets warmer he's looking forward to going on a ride. Even now My son Michael is leaning on my shoulder reading what I type and waiting for the days of summer to come.
Of course, then I'm going to have put up with the arguements of who goes first and who got the longer ride.
