Sell your possessions and give to the poor. Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out, a treasure in heaven that will not be exhausted, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Today I went on a nice 50-mile ride. It wasn’t the ride I intended to go on, which looped around the Wachusett Reservoir, then out to Stow and back home on Route 62:
Due to what I can only describe as a severe directional incapacity, I found a different 50-mile loop. It was a nice enough ride, all the same:
Looking at these, you may notice that I went astray when I had to go north on Route 140. Somehow I went south, instead, despite the fact that I have a compass on my bike and the road was clearly and frequently labeled South 140. I knew I was going south; just I didn’t know I didn’t want to be going south.
When I reached Grafton Center (which you may recall from my previous disastrous experience), I finally felt something was amiss enough to call Ian, who kindly refrained from snorting or making fun of me for riding 15 miles south, when I should have gone north. Instead he told me that my plan of riding to Upton and thence to Hopkinton would involve an additional 22 miles of riding, which fit perfectly since I had ridden 28 miles already. Also my dislike of Grafton Center decreased significantly when I found out that the Grafton Country Store had a public bathroom. Oh, blessed public restrooms!
The rest of the ride I had no trouble and enjoyed myself well enough. Maybe some time I will actually ride around the Wachusett Reservoir; but for now, I got in a nice, fairly easy 50-miler. I might even follow that loop again, since I know all the roads and they’re fairly nice traffic-wise.
Now Ian and I are going over to Dave and Sharron’s house to play games. We go bearing not fruit salad, as we intended (intractable unripe fruit!), but with watermelon at least. Nothing like some nice watermelon on a 70-degree cloudy day. Feels just like summer.