The Last Day of November on the Fatty
The last day of November dawned bright blue. When I left the house in the morning it was nearly 50 degrees. It was a perfect day to pedal in to town for a glass of orange juice. That’s as good a reason as any to go somewhere, right?
I’d been looking around on the web for local trails and spaces to ride my bicycle through. Places I can’t go on my motorcycle. Some of them were hidden in plain sight and that discovery has been wonderful.
For me, bicycling is a new endeavor. Not “new” new, I’ve been riding a 2-wheeler since the age of 3. But new in that I know very little about gear and equipment and all of the trimmings. I don’t know if I could identify myself as a cyclist.
What I DO know is that I love riding my bicycle, I love being outside and I love traveling. That pretty much makes my Pugsley a perfect bike for me right now. I can really ride that chubby steamroller anywhere.