Tonight was just another ride, in a lot of ways. There was nothing really remarkable about it, except that it was perfect. The temperature, the sky, the wind, all perfect. The route was one of my favorites for a short ride, and it was filled with dozens of other people, out enjoying the perfection of yet another perfectly cool, but pleasantly warm, late summer evening.
I wasn’t out hammering, for once. I did make it up the hill at Huffman Dam without shifting, which was a first. And I charged the Powell Road hill faster than I’ve done it before. I also rolled over a thousand miles on my road bike somewhere between my house and downtown. Normally this is something I’d try to get a picture of for this blog, but I was completely enveloped in the tranquility of the ride. And anyway, I think we’ve all seen enough pictures of my bike’s computer, if we’re honest.
But otherwise it was just an easy, cruising 23 miles. Just after I crossed the river to head north, I ran across this small group, practicing forms as the shadows got long. It encapsulated one of the things I love about Dayton, which is that there are limitless things to be doing here, if you know where to look. More things you see best from the seat of a bicycle.