OK. I don’t like to whine…but seriously, at different times today, various bits of my digits went numb.  First it was a left thumb, then the tip of my right index finger…what’s that all about?  Baby, it’s cold outside.

And yes, I know it’s still May, but it feels like we’re heading into one of those Junes of dark chilly clouds and rain. All the more fitting, as we start our cycle trip on Monday with a forecast for drizzle and continuing cool weather. Nothing like super-timing…and did I mention I am riding a totally new bike?

My old Husky bicycle has been stripped of water bottle cages, the kickstand, the handlebar bag and has been left to sulk in the basement. The Husky held up for fifteen years of good riding but it seemed like it was time to move on. That being said, I’m feeling a little angst about bloging out the new model on this inaugral ride.

Our first day will be up to the West Coast Wilderness Lodge which is about a 66 km ride from our driveway.  That should pretty much let me know if that twisted hip is going to cause any problems, but I plan on packing the jumbo-drum of iburprofen. Nothing like Vitamin I to tune things up.

I did have a moment of panic yesterday when I went to reach down for those touring brakes on this new Surly cycle. It just seemed like a very long reach, so today I took her back in to Spin Cycles in Gibsons so Paul and Mack could add some top rail brakes. It took awhile, but no matter…I went down to the Black Bean coffee shop for hours and wrote and wrote and wrote.

I do believe chapter seven is nailed down.  Whether it’s actually any good is another question altogether. I’m hoping that’s what the Taos memoir workshop will help me with in July.

And now I have something for my writing group on Monday. Pressure’s off. Whew.