Even so, it was glorious. I had the best time, even on that short ride. I saw one other bike on the way out, and none on the way home -- I left the mall at 4:15, and it was starting to get dark by then. I'm sure there were plenty of people who looked at me through the windows of their cars and thought I was completely crazy. Maybe so, but I doubt they were having as much fun as I was having.
And now I'm having yummy chicken stew made by my beloved, and hoping that there will be a good day next weekend to have another short ride before winter really sets in and I have to leave for Fort Bragg. I'm not even going to know what to do with myself when next spring rolls around and I can ride whenever I like.
I told a friend once that I want nothing more than to be content with my life. I never thought it would be so, but riding my bike brings me more contentment than I would have thought possible.