A cold front was moving in, so the temps were expected to be a little cool, by our standards anyway. High of 68. Our lows have been warmer than that already. But this is not a deed of daring or a dream of honor. It's just a photographic recollection of a bike ride between friends. And really, isn't that the stuff dreams are made of?
We meet at a convenient location - Starbucks. About equi-distant, and provider of roasted bean extract. No, it isn't local, but local is the norm.
As I-17 unfurls beneath us, the elevation climbs and the temps drop. We gladly stretch legs and don cycling gear in temps reminiscent of Phoenix winter. Long sleeves were almost forgotten, but packed for just such an occasion.
Leaves are already signalling spring, even though my garden is down to the last of the warm weather vegetables. Our trek up the road runs in various angles to the wind we hear above the trees.
At the top, we each indulge in our restful activity of choice. For me, that's laying in the grass, enjoying a sunflower seed butter and strawberry jelly sandwich overlooking the plains below.
The flora of the area display the signs of spring, spruce tips, and their yellow green growth, still stuck together, expanding under the warmth of the sun.
Ride we do, enjoying a blast down Sunset and Schultz, cruising the trees, much like the Endor speeders. As always, the arrives like tax day, always too soon, and never appreciated. But at this point, pizza is calling, Oregano's is the provider. Then a stop at Macy's for the trip down the mountain. What a way to end the day.
We meet at a convenient location - Starbucks. About equi-distant, and provider of roasted bean extract. No, it isn't local, but local is the norm.
As I-17 unfurls beneath us, the elevation climbs and the temps drop. We gladly stretch legs and don cycling gear in temps reminiscent of Phoenix winter. Long sleeves were almost forgotten, but packed for just such an occasion.
Leaves are already signalling spring, even though my garden is down to the last of the warm weather vegetables. Our trek up the road runs in various angles to the wind we hear above the trees.
At the top, we each indulge in our restful activity of choice. For me, that's laying in the grass, enjoying a sunflower seed butter and strawberry jelly sandwich overlooking the plains below.
The flora of the area display the signs of spring, spruce tips, and their yellow green growth, still stuck together, expanding under the warmth of the sun.
Ride we do, enjoying a blast down Sunset and Schultz, cruising the trees, much like the Endor speeders. As always, the arrives like tax day, always too soon, and never appreciated. But at this point, pizza is calling, Oregano's is the provider. Then a stop at Macy's for the trip down the mountain. What a way to end the day.
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