I had planned to take another long ride today, but the best I got was a quick trip downtown to the local farmers’ market with my daughter in the carrier, complaining most of the way to and from. I’ve held out hope all day that I might find another opportunity to break away. But now it’s nearly 6p. Baths and bedtimes are on the horizon. And a gorgeous, sunny (albeit rather windy), 85-degree spring day is fading from view, as my poor bike sits in the corner, to my deep chagrin. Oh, for shame.
Fortunately, tomorrow’s another day, and a combined bike ride/family outing is already on the docket. I’ll ride about 25 or 30 miles out to Young’s Dairy, where I’ll meet the family for ice cream before we all return home the way we came.