Sunday, October 30, 2022

Time's Running Out

 

Lacking Tracking from my Trike GPS/Radio System,  hete is a screen shot of the GPS itself....

I am shocked, SHOCKED that I have slacked off from blogging about misadventures for a MONTH.
Sad.  Sad indeed.
My uplifting life-extending trike pedaling has, again, tended to fall on the lower priority list, which is
Sad, Indeed.
The last couple of days, however, I got out and rode, mainly to (1) lower my Blood Glucose. and (2) to improve my sagging spirits.  The results were predictable.
Even though, however, I got a little wet.
Saturday started with clouds and rainy looking weather, but the doom and gloom faded in and out all day.  By the late afternoon, it was still cloudy, but not threatening to rain at all.... at least I hoped so.
After intermittently slaving on the guest bathroom reconstruction all day, I decided I was going to get out and go unless it started POURING.  
Of course, by the time I dragged out the trike, changed shoes, plugged in the electronics, etc, it was another 20 minutes later and cloudier.
It still wasn't raining.  So I decided to pedal around maybe until it started to rain, then turn around if it did.
Actually the ride went quite well.  I got brave and rode clear out to  our local Mountain Grove International Memorial Airport and back.  Cloudy and threatening; yet just warm enough that I had to remove my thin windbreaker to cool off a bit.
The runways and approaches at our tiny airport provide some actual SMOOTH pavement, a thrill that is rare in our area. So I enjoyed that eighth-mile delight and turned back for home.
As I was slogging along Wheeler Arch Road, a black pickup truck came up from behind and slowed to pass me, and slowed even more as it came next to me.  The window was rolled down and I could see the Galbraiths -- Great friends saying hello.  FUN
A few hundred more feet and I noticed a single drop of rain hit me in the face.  No problemo, I thought.
Another few dozen feet later another single drop struck me. No Problemo.
By the time I hit the city limits, it was sprinkling steadily.  But Lightly.  No Problemo.
I was a bit wet by the time I got home.  No Problemo.  Mood still greatly improved