Sunday morning I went for a 40 mile ride out of Cape May, NJ where I was enjoying a weekend with my wife. I was looking forward to some flat tempo riding that is impossible to find in our area.
The wind made the out a little tougher then heading back, which was nice. I was surprised how my legs started to ache a little around the halfway point. The terrain here causes a constant change in effort and muscle use, while heading into a headwind it is a steady effort.
Riding a bike also allows you to sense your surroundings unlike blasting by in a car. Sunday was father’s day and what I saw while riding near Dennisville, NJ touched me. I believe what I saw was a father was visiting his son’s memorial on the side of Route 42. A number of items made up the memorial including a cross and football practice jersey. The morning was cool and misty, as time seemed to stand still as I passed him in the silence of the moment.
At 50 miles per hour it would have been easy to miss, but at 18mph you sense things from the seat of a bike you’d miss otherwise. The ride back also gave me plenty of time to think about my father and how lucky we still have each other.