THE FLEECING OF
4 November 2002
I think I'm in love with fleece. My new red fleece biking shirt arrived from Team Estrogen on Friday and this morning I decided
to wear it for my bike ride. Just the shirt. No jacket. Cold air. In the first half block
I was thinking that I was out of my ever-lovin' mind. It was damn cold out
there. By the second block I was wondering if I should go back and get a jacket to wear
over the fleece. By the third block I was realizing that what was cold was my face and my
hands and feet, but my torso, the fleece covered part, was all nice and comfy--and that I
was actually very, very comfortable. I rode for an hour--slowly because I was taking
pictures on this trip--and covered 13 miles and came home warm and cozy. Bring on the
I started my trip this morning by going through the greenbelt, a trip I
haven't taken in several weeks. I started out by checking the David memorial tree to see
how it was handling fall color. I'm pleased--it looks like it's going to be one of those
really colorful Chinese pistachio trees, unlike the one we planted in our back yard.
Then over the formerly-dreaded overpass. I sailed up over the thing smiling at the
thought that this was once a daunting uphill for me. I'm back to my pre-laryngitis self
and was enjoying the feeling of power in my legs again.
I made the circle of the overpass and then headed for the park where Cindy and I start
our morning ride. She was there and we talked about what we wanted to do. She wanted to
take the 6 mile ride out to the bridge again, but I realized that I'd been saying for a
long time that I wanted to photograph the route of the morning ride in the daylight, so I
told her I'd prefer to go off on my own. We parted ways. I took the route a lot more
slowly than we take it at 5 a.m. For one thing I was able to see it myself, since it's
always dark when we ride.
I took about 50 pictures, covering most of the route and was thrilled when I looked at
them later and realized that there was only one in the bunch that wasn't good enough to
make a slide show out of. I'm thrilled with the results.
There isn't a lot of fall color around here, compared to Ashland, for example
(or the east coast!), but what is here is beautiful. This is a medical office complex with
some beautiful trees turning color...
...and these are trees along the freeway.
I took a bit of a detour this morning, hoping to find some fall color in the
university's arboretum, but everything there is still pretty green. Still, I enjoyed
my morning chat with the campus cows and continued to record the route Cindy and I take
through campus in the morning.
When I realized I had gone about 12 miles, I was really surprised. I had been so busy
taking pictures that it hardly seemed like I'd gone any distance at all.
When I returned home, at 13+ miles, the house felt very warm after that chilly air and
I started sweating until I ripped off the fleece shirt. But it was really a comfortable
ride, clothes-wise, and it was a good ride, body-wise. It's nice to ask my legs for power
again and have them respond.
It was really a good morning. I realized I'd missed these early morning weekend rides,
since I haven't had them for the past two weekends. I felt so fresh at the end of
this ride I thought I should bike out and meet Cindy on her return from the bridge.
But I didn't.