I’m going to start substituting bike riding blog posts in place of walking ones, on occasion. I’ve had Frieda (my bicycle) for a few weeks now. My rides are getting a little longer, as weather and time permit.

Sure, I had stuff I should have been getting done around the house. But the weather couldn’t have been better. So Frieda and I boogied down the trail out of town, just far enough to see some cows.

We stand in fields and eat grass – cows.

Frieda at the cow pasture.

Erstwhile trestle

Having a mid-life crisis? Forget the ridiculous sports car. Get yourself a bicycle!