In the middle of the journey of my life, I am--as always--a woman on a bike. Although I do not know where this road will lead, the way is not lost, for I have arrived here. And I am on my bicycle, again.
I am Justine Valinotti.
06 August 2021
Safe Passing In The Garden State
05 August 2021
No Rain, Wind Or Tides
I’m not cycling to Connecticut today. Instead, I’m on another familiar ride: to Point Lookout.
Another thing is familiar: the weather. While it’s a couple of degrees warmer than it was yesterday, today feels more like early June than early August. I don’t mind that, or even the veil of blue-gray clouds that conceal the sun but pose no threat of rain. Those clouds even rein in the wind and tides, or so it seems.
I will not complain: It’s been a while since riding has felt as good as it has during the past few days!
04 August 2021
Three Times, Better
I have done what just might be the strangest sequence of cycling I’ve done in a while. What makes it so odd is its familiarity: I have done the same ride three times in five days: today, Monday and Saturday.
Why did I do that? Well, I took Negrosa, my vintage Mercian Olympic, to Greenwich, Connecticut on Saturday. That has become a frequent weekend day ride for me. I took that same ride on Monday because I wanted to start the week right. And today I hopped on Dee-Lilah, my Mercian Vincitore Special. The weather—overcast, with no threat of rain and temperatures that maxed out at 24C (75F)—was ideal and I just wanted to ride and ride. Somehow I ended up taking that 140 kilometer round trip again.
Perhaps an unconscious, or at least unacknowledged, wish guided to today’s ride. Whether it had to do with Dee-Lilah, the weather or me, today I felt better riding today than at any time since last June, when a crash led to a weekend stay in Westchester Medical Center.
If I can say “this is the best I’ve felt” at my age, I guess things are pretty good.