We started out trying to get to a parking lot practice in Merrimack, NH (I was invited by cymrullewes), but I guess I had the directions all wrong because we never did find the place. She gave me directions off Rte 3, and I'm not ready for Rte 3 yet, so I tried to find an alternate route, and I guess I failed. By the time we realized how far off the mark we were, it was 10:30 (practice started at 9) and we were in Bedford, NH.
So we shrugged our shoulders and decided to continue on to Concord and have lunch. Gorgeous day, beautiful landscape, spiffy new bike, and my beloved husband in the lead -- couldn't ask for much more than that. Well, maybe 20% fewer asshats and 15% fewer stoplights, but really, we had a great ride. I liked that we got waved at my other bikers; it was really cool.
I have my first 140 miles under my belt, between last night's ride and today's. After the first hundred miles, at the suggestion of the salesman, I topped off the tank. I only had to put in about 1.33 gallons of gas -- that's
75 miles per gallon. How can you not love that?
And I've discovered that I love riding at night, and that riding downhill is like freefall, and I love running little errands on my bike (darkwolfie and I went over to Staples so I could photocopy my class handouts for tomorrow). It makes me happy.
I was a little overwhelmed this past week with the enormity of having bought my own bike. But now that I've gotten to really ride, rather than tool around a parking lot (not that it doesn't have value), I can see why people get seduced by it, why they spend so much time and money and effort on it, and why one might want to sell everything and hit the road. Not that I'm ever likely to do that, especially not on this bike (my ass is still numb), but I get it now. We still have time to ride this year, but I really can't wait till next summer.