Having the day off from work on Monday is one of life's guilty pleasures. I feel as if I'm getting away with something when I see kids going to school and adults doing the work they normally do on weekdays.
Of course, I sometimes forget about the traffic that results from all of that activity. At least, where I rode today, I encountered only two real clots in the circulatory system of this city's traffic. When I rode through and around them, I experienced more guilty pleasure. Surprisingly, the drivers didn't look as angry or resentful as some of them can be. Perhaps with the beautiful weather we had--a high of 23C (72F), sunshine, high clouds and strong breezes that made things a bit cooler by the ocean--nobody could be really upset.
In fact, some were taking it easy:
And those knots of traffic I experienced were balanced by this:
Yes, it's the same parking lot that was totally full the last time I rode to it, the Saturday before last.
So, if you're a regular reader of this blog, you might have an idea of where I rode. Here's another clue: 105 kilometers, round trip.
I did indeed ride to Point Lookout. Of course, outside the gas station and shops, nobody was there to work. So the relaxed vibe came as no surprise.
Oh, and the tide was out. People and their dogs skipped along the sandbars, their manes bouncing and billowing in the wind.
Mine did, too. I confess: I rode for a few kilometers without my helmet, just to feel the breeze that rippled the sea and the embryonic reeds that are being planted along the newly-built dunes.
I put my helmet back on--because I am not a horse.