It has been almost a year since my last Cycling Dude blog post, about a ride along Memorial Dr..
A lot has happened since then most importantly, for this recreational cyclist and bike commuter, not only did my trusty steed keep getting flats, but other issues were catching up with her.
It has been several months since I last took her for a spin.
Do bicycles have personality, "voices", a soul?
The answer, based on reality, is... of course not, silly, what you been smokin'?
I, however, being a creative writer, one who often dabbles in fiction and gives "voice" to cats and other creatures, beg to say otherwise.
On a cool, breezy, clear day such as one last week I long have been known to take my bike for jaunts along streets and on bike trails, for anywhere from 10 to 70 miles a trip.
On this particular day, however, I took my longest-serving cycling companion for one last journey.
We then headed over to a Jack in the Box for lunch.
It was there where I wrote much of this piece (to be editied and made ready for posting later) with sadness in my heart, but also with pride and love.