Yesterday Hall and I decided to try out a new ride. We were going to go visit my Sister in-law at her house near Organ Cave. The weather was a bit
A view of a field on Lewis road near Organ Cave
nippy with some light wind, however it takes more than mere weather to put the Gallivants off of a trip. We saddled up Fiona and Halls bike, Zen Master, and were walking out the door when…Ring Ring Ring, my other life made a call and needed computer help. So, I sighed and asked Hall to wait and drove over the the General Lewis Inn. The problem was minor but I had the fortune to run into my Cousin in-law, and coincidently one of the proprietors of that above said establishment, Aaron, who swiftly agreed to join us for our afternoon ride into unknown territory. We met up at the Hill and Holler bike works in downtown Lewisburg and began our ride. There is something different about going somewhere for the first time. Time seems to dilate when you don’t know the destination. I notice things I may never see again once I get used particular route. I only took a few pictures because the ride was so nice we didn’t want to stop. We took a wrong turn and ended up on route 63 which was sort of busy but plenty wide so it was no problem.
We stopped at Haley and Ryan’s house for a water refill and a few quick chuckles before heading for a fun downhill portion. Horseshoe Bend road and then the descent on RT. 219 into Ronceverte; fast and fun. The final uphill portion on 63 was long and somewhat challenging for my fat ass. I came in last behind Hall and Aaron, who were kindly waiting for me at the top of the hill. Once we turned onto Davis Stuart road Aaron got a call and said, “I gotta hump it home, see you guys later.” He rode off so fast we never even saw him again even though we took the same route home! Fast!!!!!
Addendum from Hall:
After climbing Carroll Hill on the way to town, Zachary and I took a break before descending the other side. We were talking about the climb and what a head game it is to do a hard climb. I noted the head game is a large part of getting up the mountain and that I have to go deep within myself for a tough climb, and it’s my form of meditation. Going deep and blocking thoughts of effort or what remains of the climb so that there are almost no thought bubbles available for the illustration of this Herculean effort. I told Zachary that the bicycle is my Zen Master, and that’s how my bike got it’s name!
