After having been indescribably slack in recent days (with Thanksgiving last Thursday, and me playing a piano solo at church yesterday and cutting myself all kinds of slack to prepare and play that), it felt great to get back at it today, as I rode a round trip to Baker Rd. (Dexter). This 19.4-mile ride took me 2:27 (another slow pace). It was 40° when I left at 10:30, and 46° when I finished, all under mostly sunny skies.
This ride was unusual for two verbal encounters. I hardly ever try to talk to anyone, and especially when I'm riding. But on the way home from Dexter, I rode past Culver's on Jackson, west of Zeeb. It was a bit past noon, and I had not eaten, so I felt up for the challenge. To my great good fortune, the young man behind the counter turned out to be quite good at deciphering my 'speech.' And then, a short while later, a woman a bit older than I, with her head all wrapped up in a scarf, looked at me riding towards her, broke into a smile, and said, "Sire, would you mind if I asked you where you got your bike?" I held up a finger, fished the explanatory card out of my wallet, and then stood and pointed to the manufacturer's name ("TerraTrike") on the seat, and told her, "Grand Rapids." "Oh, thank you so much," she replied. My husband has Parkinson's, and I think that it would be just ideal for him!"
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