BIKE TOUR

I took a couple days off. I think at first due to weather and then because of prior engagements during daylight hours. Today I felt obligated to go for a ride even though the weather decided to turn off our power for a bit this afternoon. It's really kicking so I decided just go around the Black Road Loop. It's residential, without through traffic, and has a decent flat stretch. I may be taking Jakob to go get a hair cut shortly. I never know with him... Dist 6.0 - Time 0:35:31 - Avg. 10.3 - Max. 25.3

I made my second jaunt out on Madeline in South Kitsap. However, the weather was not quite as favorable today. Initially, I tried to get my sister's bike trainer mechanism to work with my bike. I had little success and finally opted for the weather just as the bus rolled to a stop to deposit my brother at home. Clad in my rain gear and determination, I set out. Past Black Road and past Mullinex Road, I found myself on Banner. Banner is nice. It is straight and relitively flat. It was a nice break. I hopped over Sedgewick and rolled into the Keanu's driveway. This being the second day on clipless pedals (they clip into the bottom of my shoes, but don't have toe clips) I fall. I just didn't get my feet out in time. But I don't hurt, and so I lean my bike against the white electric garage door and trudge up to the doorbell. Eventually Maile comes to the door. Man is she taller then I remembered her. People grow. I was unsure I was invited in, but then she called for

I took my bike for a spin in old Olalla. It's a crisp sunny New Year's Eve as I head in the direction of Port Orchard. Orchard Avenue and Mullinex Road are also extremely hilly. Nevertheless, I am always surprises at how far I can go on a bike in a very short period of time. In about 20-25 minutes I made it to the modest Frayola Cemetery nestled next to the Olalla Airport. I'm not even sure if that's its real title, because I doubt there's a building somewhere adjacent to the long field that little prop planes hop out off. As I sit stretching on the subtly moist earth next to the granite chunks above my grandparents, I watch one such gray beast turn around to get a running start. Before know it, it's above my head and it is time for me to head off before I get too cool. Heading back I start to get the hang of my clipless pedals and life size enough sillouette of a black bear lawn tacky startles me. I don't fall off. Pedaling back up the driveway a little