Life of Wry

I mean really, it’s not enough that you’re on a country road and not likely to run into too, too many tractors… they (good old they) have gone and built a nice, protected bike trail just because, and this is what it looks like.  So a person can jump on a bike path that parallels Russell Boulevard, exactly one block from my house, I might add, and ride like there’s no tomorrow straight out of town, hitting farm fields within minutes, and, well, how nice is that?

Just so you know, the ride out to Three Palms Nursery is a straight-shot, 30-minute ride (and back gives you that perfect hour of aerobic bliss), and, I swear to god, it’s almost all on a road that looks like this.

Now, if only I were one of Davis’ bazillion real bike riders, and not just a hacker rider on an old jalopy (I love my very serviceable jalopy bike.. which.. isn’t really a jalopy, it’s a fully official, around town kind of bike with comfortable fat tires and a wide, upright profile, and suits me just fine.  Plus, it’s dark teal, which is a very pretty bike color.).  If I were a real cyclist, I’d wear colorful, form fitting, task appropriate clothing, have a bike designed for mileage, and make the trip in probably half the time.

We’ll see.. after I’ve done this ride a couple more times.

Here are a few more pictures, drive-bys one and all (man, I’m loving my phone camera):

Looking down.

The left turn to the Unitarian Church (smiling at that lack of irony).

Cactus Corner, of course.

Glide Ranch and Community Alliance with Family Farmers (CAFF).

Three Palms Nursery, at Road 95A.

And back.