This morning’s ride began as an escort ride, but when I was ready to give my wife some Gatorade, I noticed that I had forgotten to put the bottles on the bike prior to leaving home. My bad, so I quickly rode the one-mile back home, ran upstairs and retrieved the bottles, and then made a mad dash back to where my wife was – with plenty of fluid.
With my wife’s run over with, I then met up with my riding partners on the east side of the large shopping mall. We chatted for a few minutes and then the five of us headed northbound on Hiatus road in the general direction of the north pole. We never did make it that far, but we did manage to ride to the coffee and bagel shoppe in Weston, Florida, a manicured town just north of Davie and Southwest Ranches.
The wind coming back was noticeably horrible, 17 mph with gusts to 25 mph, but I told Sandy S that the wind can only make us stronger bikers. And who doesn’t want to be stronger, right?
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