Kangatopia

Well. I did it. I got back on. Last night I rode my usual route at the lake and didn’t die. Or spill. Or get hurt in any way. Though a grasshopper or wasp or some other sort of flying insect ran a kamikaze mission right at my ear, and that was kind of unpleasant.

My ride was slow, but thankfully uneventful, and I plan to ride again tonight. I just sent an email to my prodigal brother who has just returned home from what sounds like a hellish two year stint in the remote environs of Ohio to ask him if he’d like to go with me, but I’m not entirely certain he owns a bike. My brother is my cycling role model. Years ago we shared a house together in Austin where his bike and his feet were his sole means of transportation. He rode everywhere, and that only came to an end when his bike was mangled by a sorority girl and her car.

My knee is getting better. All of my self control and will is wrapped up in keeping my fingers from picking at the large, thick, flaking scabs. Ironically, my calf is very sore as if it’s been in a constant cramp for several hours on end. I guess walking on my tip toes for the last week is to blame.