Early Spring Optimisms

It's March first, in the year of our Lord, 2020.   A warm, blustery day of sun and fleeting clouds.  Nicer than usual.  Especially for minnesota.  

We live in the first world.  Yet, until recently, we managed to botch up some very good things.  And while little of anything is ever perfect, maturity and humility remind us to focus on the better.  Even so, it comes again.  That clarion caller of things lurking in the shadows, the harbinger of dark fates.  The distributor of melancholy.  

You can name it whatever's appropriate to you, it's still Medusa, surrounded by her dark glories.  One head, lots of ways to bite you.

Knowing this, whattaya do?  It's March.  In the old Roman tradition, the time for settling debts is upon us.  (Just ask Caesar) This is a good thing.  We clear our consciences and are refreshed.  Spring!

As this blog attests, riding two wheels is a mendicant to me.  Where motorcycles turned to scooters, scooters became bicycles.  And few things put you in touch with your surroundings better than a tuned up bicycle.  The distances are less but they increase.  The hills are tough slogs sometimes, but the reward is flying down the other side.  And catching your breath at the peak while you take in the view is reward in itself.

Take a long draw off that water bottle.  Nothing tastes sweeter.  Look back where you came from.  Does it look steep?  Now look ahead.  Imagine how much fun you'll have as you glide at speed into the little valley below.

Early spring warmth and an old Trek with longboard fenders.

What's your ride?