My first recovery ride after the fall at the race. The doctor said no hills, no stairs, no backpack. Flat only. I measured my progress and the decreasing of pain with mile walks at work. Friday had beautiful weather warm not hot, sun not fog, my bike fresh from a tune up was ready to ride. Less traffic on the week day to distract me and ease me back into the rhythm of the road. The sun poured down, its time for sunscreen. The winter chilliness is now a mere memory. Bill and I rode to the shed, while Matt took Highway 39 up the backside of Glendora Mountain Road.
Scooter was also back looking for a hand out.