I just arrived at home from my bike ride that I promised myself I would take. Didn’t quite make 20 miles, but 15 miles is good enough for this stage of the season.
Someday I am going to ride across the wide open, flat plains of Iowa. I don’t care that it may be 95 degrees there. I don’t care if I’m chased by a funnel cloud. All I know is that by riding across the beautiful, flat Iowa plains, I’m not riding up the hill back to our house.