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Lincoln to Wabash and back ... 60 miles!
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{this moment}

A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. - Amanda Soule

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Wordless Wednesday

While You've Been Blogging...

I've been hitting the local bike trails on my trusty Trek.

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Yep. That would be corn.

Halfway mark.
Time to turn around and head back home.

Game day. Go Huskers!

In one month, I've logged 240 miles in less than 16.5 hours.
I hope to ride until the snow falls.

Bike Fever!

What an absolutely gorgeous day!! Blue sky, puffy white clouds, a slight breeze and a free afternoon to do as I pleased. I was going to hit the gym with a couple of friends from work (they're trying to talk me into taking a Zumba class), but wires got crossed and we wound up not going. But as luck would have it, I got my bike tuned-up last week and have been anxious to hit the trails.

So, after taking Annie-Dog for her walk, I hopped on my bike and headed out. I rode my usual route, but now I have a fancy wireless computer that showed exactly how fast I was traveling, how far I'd gone, how long I'd ridden, and best of all, THE TEMPERATURE! ;) It was a balmy 60 degrees and I rode 11.2 miles in almost exactly an hour. It felt so good to be out enjoying the beautiful weather. While the above photos show some sights from my ride, I have to confess that they're from my archives. Our trees are not leafed-out, nor is the grass that lush and green. But it won't be long.

There's nothing quite like the first warm spring day of the year.

I rode past a baseball field and heard the crack of a bat. OK, not really a crack. More like a ping. But what a great sound!

I heard two cardinals calling out to each other from the tree tops.

I heard the squeal of a small child in a swing at a playground.

I saw dozens and dozens of people out enjoying the weather. People were walking, jogging, biking, rollerblading, and walking dogs. I saw kids playing touch football in a backyard and several homeowners cleaning up their flower beds, anxious to start planting, I'm sure.

I haven't felt so full of joy and happiness in... well, months.

Life is good.

Thursday Thirteen (Photo Essay)

Doing my part to go green!

I've had this Trek 800 since 1985! It's traveled up and down Highway 101 between Carlsbad and Del Mar (CA), out to Fiesta Island from Kearney Mesa (CA), around Fort Worth, Texas (not too often since it was far too hot to ride!) and on many of Lincoln's wonderful bike trails. And now it's my current mode of transportation to work (weather permitting). I can make it to work (roughly 4.5 miles on the bike path) in just about 25 minutes. When I drive (3.5 miles), it takes me about 10-12 minutes, depending on the traffic and signals.

This is the view from the top of the hill on my street,
heading down toward the bike path.
It's a nice coast down to the bottom of the street,
but it's the last stretch when I'm coming home
and it's enough to make my heart pound.

Rock Island Trail

Highway 2 and 27th Street

Fellow commuters, stopping for their breakfast treats.



Make way for ducklings.

Merging traffic.

Williamsburg Lake


Look, Ma! No gas.

I love my new mode of transportation! It's so peaceful in the morning. The only sound I hear is the wind rushing past my helmet and birds chirping. No iPod for this ride. I prefer the quiet in the morning. There aren't too many people out on the trail at 6:15 am. Maybe a half-dozen cyclists, a few walkers and the occasional jogger. It's much busier on the weekends! I'm not sure how late in the year I'll be able to ride, but I'm already looking forward to cooler temps this fall!



Thanks to Sandy & Rick, I was inspired to start biking to work. They enjoy weekend rides, in addition to their daily ride to work. Thanks, guys, for the fun ride this past weekend. I had a blast!

When the spirits are low,
when the day appears dark,
when work becomes monotonous,
when hope hardly seems worth having,
just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road,
without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.
-- (Sir) Arthur Conan Doyle (author of Sherlock Holmes),
in the January 18, 1896 issue of Scientific American Magazine