A new year has arrived in cold and blustery fashion. Junior and I ventured out to the mountains to breathe fresh air, let hearts pump blood into straining muscles, and enjoy another day walking on the earth.
Junior is my guide and I work to reflect the same happy, satisfied look on my face. His needs are simple as are his pleasures. There's a lesson to be learned.
With dog fed, watered and safely at home I ventured out on the Vespa to experience my own version of chasing a tennis ball. The road surfaces this morning were a mix from dry to slippery depending on location and road treatment. This stretch was surprisingly slick and required a speed drop to around 15mph -- bicycle speed. Fortunately it lastly only a mile or so and the rest of the ride was upon more reliable traction.
Riding and blogging, I've been thinking (again) where I want to go with this project. I'm sure a path will reveal itself at some point down the road.
On this ride one thing floated in and out of my head. The first is electric socks and insoles -- something to research because my feet seem to get cold faster these days. Another gift of aging or I've become less tolerant of the cold.
So until the next ride, Happy New Year from the Sticks!