Not feeling ambitious in mind or limb this morning, I climbed on the Salsa Vaya with no destination in mind. A great bike for that, since one can turn down any kind of "road" one finds alluring.
To wit:
 |
Hubbard Road on a pristine spring day |
 |
Juggler Meadow Road's eponymous view |
 |
Yes, Virginia, there really is such a road name |
 |
Valley roads sport an abundance of quirky monikers and appellations |
 |
Yum..... |
 |
When I see a turn-off by the road, I look past it for a trailhead; all sorts of little treats lie beyond |
 |
Even managed a stream crossing with a little log involved, at speed |
 |
Later, another hidden trail led to this treasure... |
 |
...and a bunch of flowy singletrack, affording fine views of local industrial history |
 |
Happy legs at favorite café after the ride |
 |
Even happier tummy |
 |
The steed awaits patiently, tied up outside the saloon |
 |
Don't you wish you lived in the Pioneer Valley? |
 |
Icing on the cake: when I arrived home, the neighbors were dog-sitting, with local kids chasing him all over their yard |
|
|
I can't recommend highly enough just getting on a bike and going where your nose leads. No goal or GPS unit needed. A good friend (and pretty serious racer) does it all the time; he likes to call it "playing bikes."
Whatever you call it, don't lose out on that wonderment that you had as a child, when you could first take yourself somewhere far away, just to see what was there, and to feel the sun on your skin and the burn in your lungs.
2 comments:
Awesome!
Thanks, buddy. Glad it inspires!
Post a Comment