Saturday morning. Time to go ride.
My Saturday morning ritual involves riding to the local bike shop, joining a bunch of other cyclists, then heading out for about 40km of great group riding before stopping for coffee then heading home. It means that by 9:30am I’ve usually cycled about 55km, had a coffee, enjoyed good company and made it home to start the day.
This morning I looked out the door and noticed that there was a light but steady rain falling. I didn’t think too many would be out for a ride today but I was determined to go.
I got dressed, got on my bike, and off I went. I arrived at the shop about 5 minutes early and waited. Then I waited some more. No one. The rain had all but stopped and it was perfect for riding but I was the only one there. What scared them off? It’s only water.
I headed home again, got out of my slightly soggy cycling stuff, had a shower, got dressed and took James out to the coffee shop to see if anyone would turn up for a cuppa. I had my usual long black, James had a baby cino. (Warm chocolate drink in a tiny cup with ‘cappucino style’ frothed milk on top.)
We met one of the regular cycling crew who had ridden elsewhere this morning and was supposed to be meeting someone else to go on another ride. He left after waiting a while with no one showing up. I knew just how he felt.
Posted by Rodney Olsen
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Must admit, I got up in time to meet with a group on Saturday, but it was raining. I was just deciding whether to go or not and my 2 1/2 year old son Samuel woke up and wanted friccas (breakfast for the uninitiated). Then my 5 week old daughter Sarah woke up and started crying and needed comforting. OK, I was tending towards the “not going” before this, but my children just clinched it. By the time I had sorted out the kids, and had friccas myself it was then time to head out with the family to tend to a few matters, such as buying a new double pram so wifey can go walking with both children. By the time we got home it was lunch time (hmmm, no Samuel word for this one), then spend time with Samuel, then put him down for a nap. By 3pm I finally got the opportunity to head out for my 6:30 am ride! This is the story of my life now we have 2 children!