Rescued the all but forgotten bikes from their shadowy lair in the back corner of the garage. Dusted them off. Added air to the tires. Brushed the cobwebs off the helmets. The bikes were ready, but were we? It had been at least a year since we had been on our bikes. Could it be two? Hard to tell. Time zips by so quickly.
Remembered skill snapped into place. As did the delight of rolling along the bike path under a canopy of leaves. Perhaps our steady pace wasn’t quite up to the standards of those who zoomed past us with the bike path refrain of “On your left,” ringing in the breeze, but we were content with our progress.
Just day one of renewed interest in this activity. Hopefully, the first of many.