As I cruised into day 24 of the BEDN (blog everyday in November) Challenge, my brain flickered out like an old bulb. You see, I didn’t ride a motorcycle at all today.
That in and of itself isn’t all that weird. I don’t ride every day of my life. But, there is something about Sunday that always tugs at my riding heartstrings. The Sunday Ride – It’s an institution.
If Wikipedia is to be believed, the Sunday Ride née Drive has been around for nearly 100 years.
The use of the automobile for the Sunday drive began in the 1920s and 1930s. The idea was that the automobile was not used for commuting or errands, but for pleasure. There would be no rush to reach any particular destination.
That sounds like my kind of Sunday.
Instead of a ride to nowhere, my morning started with a cold and windy 5K foot race at 9am. The wind was howling and the temperature held steady at 26 degrees. For the rest of the day I felt cold and chilled through. After a few more errands, I sat down on the couch at about 1:30 and… took a nap.
That’s it. No ride.
Even though I have heated gear I just couldn’t bring myself to go back outside, let alone go for a ride. I guess it was just one of those days.
Did you get out for a ride today? Where’d you go?
Leave me a link to your blogpost if you’ve got one.