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Saturday cycling
May 31, 2009, 2:50 am
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Today we did the urban cyclist’s equivalent of a Sunday drive. My sweetie had been away since last Sunday and we hadn’t really had any time for communications other than the grumpy-and-it’s-past-my-bedtime Skype sessions for the whole week. Lacking an espresso machine in the house could have been the proverbial straw… but instead we woke up and Dear Spouse made us a press carafe of brewed coffee and we then set out to ride around town by using a combination of streets and the Iron Horse Trail that runs the entire North-South route of the twin cities. When we made it as far south as we had intended, we stopped into our favourite deli-cafe: Nougat, and had lovey lattes and a wee bit of lunch. We also picked up some deli goodies for dinner (home made ‘subs’ with grilled chicken, capicolo, salami, artichoke caponata, tomatoes, tapenade and grilled zuchini on rosemary focaccia). From there we headed west to look for house that I wanted to see because it is for sale… but I had the street name wrong, so we didn’t see it. Oops. We did, however, greatly admire the street we were on.

We then headed back North again and went to our favourite purveyor of fine Italian products, Vincenzo’s. We were out of olive oil so we needed to get some, and we also needed to get some other basics, like coffee, tomatoes and whatnot. Two more lattes were also on the menu there, and we sat out in the sun on their patio thinking about what a very fine day it was, and how nice to be able to share it.

We made it home just before the skies shifted from their lovely blue to a dark coal colour and emptied their contents like one giant, cosmological vomit. Our total trip was probably about 16 km today, and by the time we arrived home we had two paniers and a backpack of stuff. Some of it was heavy stuff, too. Things like tins of olive oil, a jar of pickles… boxes of juice…. And yet riding home, neighter of us felt like a pack mule, nor as though we were out doing the thankless errands.

And so here’s my big observation for the day. When we drive to do the thankless errands, there is no pleasure in the journey. We see all the time the drivers who are aggravated in traffic, who are aggravated in the parking lots, who aggravate others with their last-minute deranged decisions to cross three lanes of traffic and bull-nose to make an exit instead of going one light past and taking things in stride…. But when we get on our bikes to do the errands, the travelling becomes part of the pleasure.

On our ride today we saw 4 ducklings who were cuddled together taking in the sun on the bank of a stream. When we dismounted to observe them, they very cleverly beat it into the brown grasses in the stream, making their way to cover just as their momma would have told them they ought to do. When we were making the approach to our first stop we noticed that the houses beside the iron-horse trail had the most remarkably loooooong back yards, and thought about how nice it might be to move to a house in the South end (more and more a thought to which we are becoming quite committed). And because we were committed to our meandering ride, we discovered today some neighbourhoods that we had not previously (in 9 years of living here) known existed.

Tonight we are very tired, but I also feel as though we took a little holiday today, and did it without leaving town, and without spending any more money than we would have anyway in picking up our groceries.

Yes, today was a very good day. I want many more like it.

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Sounds like a wonderful day. I liked your comment about taking a vacation without going out of town and spending any money. Days like that are the most worthwhile. And it does feel better on a bike.

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