Two and a half hour bike ride.
Rode a grand total of 14 kilometers.
What’s wrong with this picture?
Actually, nothing’s wrong and everything’s right.
It’s called, “Living in a Small Town.”
Stop #1: Talked to the neighbour about her new deck and encouraged her to help herself to some beets in our garden.
Stop #2 : Made it to the top of the road and talked with the construction worker who was directing traffic. He’s a friendly guy he and he was wondering what “got into me” that I would head out on a bike in this heat. That led into another interesting conversation about how he stands in one place for twelve hours in the heat and maintains his sanity. (Apparently, he’s paid very well!)
Stop#3: Managed to stay on my bike for the longest stretch through town and rode past a friend’s house who had some guests, so I was invited for a cold lemonade on their front lawn.
Stop #4: Jumped back on my bike, rode for about two minutes and a woman yelled to me as I rode past, “If you see a German shepherd without a collar while you’re riding, can you let me know? His name is Trigger and he won’t bite you.” I waved to her and carried on. Two minutes later, I saw Trigger, chillin’ in the shade, down by the water. I called the dog and he came to me. I started pedalling and Trigger followed. That’s the way Trigger got reunited with his owner. The kind woman wanted to thank me and offered me some water so we talked at the end of her driveway.
Stops #4,5: Headed back in town to pick up something at the pharmacy and of course, I had to go into smallMart to say hi to everyone.
Stop #6: Ran into an old friend who was also on her bike. (Well, I didn’t actually run into her but we met on the road!) We talked for a while and I sensed she needed some cheering up so we rode our bikes back to her house and talked for 45 minutes.
Stop #7: Decided it was way too hot to ride much longer so I headed home but had to wait for the go-ahead from the construction worker to ride the last kilometre.
Stop #8: Made my way down the final road and stopped to watch my neighbour load some cattle into a big truck.
Stop #9: Stopped at the post boxes. Ended up having a lovely conversation with two young ladies who were delivering the mail.
Stop #10: Made it to my house.
Not much of a ride but a great visit with my community.
Reminds me of the time when we first moved here and one summer afternoon, I went out the front door to put the garbage in the bin and came back two and a half hours later! The neighbours were out and it was time to hang out together.
I love the fact that everyone waves at each other and stop their cars to talk as they head down our road.
It sure feels like home.