It was the last day of coffeeneuring, and I needed a ride (a minimum of two miles) that involved a cup of coffee (or other beverage) in order to succeed at this year's challenge. Lulled by Saturday's sunshine, I had planned on picking my bike up from the shop and riding 30 miles or so in the valley. That would be long enough for me this time of year, and I would enjoy a hot beverage somewhere along the way, probably get lunch, too.
But Sunday wasn't Saturday, the sun was gone. At my home altitude the world was in the clouds. Lower, it was in the rain. Car headlights were on, windshield washers moving. I had no lights with me for the bike, though it had brand new tires and brakepads.
Not a day for a long ride. I considered the possibilities. Ride anyway? Drive a mile from the closest town with a good coffee shop, park the car, take out my bike with its new tires and brakepads, ride into town for a coffee and then back to the car? I didn't really want a coffee, or anything else to drink. That would fill the requirement for length, and suffice as a 7th ride, it would certainly be easy, it wasn't raining hard, it was warm enough. But.
But, the whole thing, the notion of parking the car, then riding simply with the goal of completion, just seemed so very, v e r r y, outside of the spirit of coffeeneuring. Totally and absolutely outside of the spirit of it. In the end, knowing it was the last chance, I decided to fail at this year's challenge. Maybe next year.
I leave you with two photos, scenes I passed on my ... drive, not ride.
|The foreground reflections remain, the distant shore almost lost in the mist.|
|Look carefully and you will see the resident kingfisher high in the tree on the right, with the ridge above it.|