I’m home from my bike ride; between John and I we’ve put a lot of miles on that bike. I really do enjoy riding, not only does it save me lots of money by not driving my car but your only worry is the next hill or the bus ahead slowing to pickup passengers or that idiot talking on his cell phone who hasn’t noticed me yet. Well maybe it’s not worry free but I still enjoy it. I rode east along Lawrence Rd and was surprised to find the path fairly clean of glass, mud and gravel. Hamilton has some nice bike paths in parts of the city. The problem is not enough of the bike paths are connect together and most are covered with broken glass. The path along Lawrence Rd ends around Mt Albion and then continues after Nash for another half mile or so. Today I rode through downtown Stoney Creek turned left on Grays Rd and continued to the beach, then along the waterfront to the lift bridge. I could see a ship approaching so waited about 20 minutes for it. Watching the ships come through always brings back memories of my dad. Most of our family drives would include the waterfront, walking along the lift bridge pier during smelting season or a drive by Leander Boat Club. Anyway, I’m waiting for this ship and this old guy comes hustling up to watch as well. He was a nice old man, pointed out where he parked his car at Spencer Smith Park. I said to him that’s a pretty far walk, just left off adding …for an old man. Gees! I have to stop hanging out with these old men, coffee with the seniors in the mall yesterday, watching the ship pass with the nice old man again today and besides one woman every other cyclist I saw was a 40-ish year old man. As we get to be them, do we just naturally gravitate towards them? Before I know it I’ll be sitting on the park bench in front of the funeral home. Anyway I got home from the ride with barely enough energy to carry the bike up the back stairs. Not like when John uses the bike, yesterday it seemed like he was gone for a little over an hour. When he got home he mentioned he was up on Mohawk Rd but wasn’t exactly sure where he was so retraced his path back home. He rode the path through Chedoke Golf Course and up the trail to the west mountain, past where Kevin photographed the deer, past the pedestrian bridge over the 403 and that’s how he got onto Mohawk Rd, in Ancaster. He barely seemed winded when he got home. I have followed that same route but knew enough to keep riding west on Mohawk until you hit Wilson St and then it’s a nice easy ride down the hill to Main St. But when I got home the bike didn’t make it back up the stairs, threw it in the back of the wagon. Anyway I’ve rambled on enough to push that wicked blog entry even further down. Trudy, it took me a few reads to understand your comment but now it makes so much sense why Tara and Kris also enjoyed that blog. You’re all tasteless sickos and I love you. Now is when I miss having a woman most in my life, I have to go cook dinner. Lastly, note to self; bring camera on future bike rides. Have a great week everyone.