Monday, April 26, 2010

Back in the Saddle Again

Aie, aie, aie! That's the sound that a French man makes when he gets to the bank for a really important transaction and realizes that it's Monday and it is closed, of course. That is also the noise a French woman makes when she has not been on a bicycle for over a year and it is the second day out biking.

We have been saying that Pierre and I will ride to the in-laws for lunch each day. Well, today was the day, no more excuses, said my dear hubby. I may have been able to come up with a few hundred, had anyone asked, but who wants to appear wimpy? Besides, no one asked. We rode up to the bakery and grocery store last week, about a three-minute ride. It took fifty-five minutes to get to the in-laws'. Part of that was drop-dead scary. The bike path along a busy road just stopped and I kept expecting to learn how to fly. No flying today, someone was listening to my mama-of-five, please-don't-let-me-die prayers.

We made it, finally, and had a quick lunch with the munchkins, grandparents and great-grandma, then headed home. We took a short-cut, along a sandy path between field and woods. I don't know how to ride in sand! It was not, however, nearly as perilous as the road, and we made it in thirty-three minutes. Quite enough adventure for me for one day, we'll see about tomorrow.

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