And, now, scenes from an all-important, utterly inconsequential and I hope never elusive 20-mile bike ride.
I have some history on this road, I realized, as I pedaled down it today. And not just because I’ve made tiny circles with my feet on it before. I’ve raced on it. I have friends that grew up on this road. I re-learned to run on the path that meanders alongside it. I’ve been caught in the rain on this road and failed to outrun hail on this road. I have history on that little ribbon of asphalt, pretty neat.
To be sure, I do spend a lot of my time on this road with this view:
On a different road. Same ride, different light:
What was going on on the other side of the camera at that same moment:
And now, for two podcasts. If you like Arkansas:
And if you prefer your football to be full of Gator bites: