D and I decided to celebrate Memorial Day with a quixotic bike ride. So we left home in the late morning and set out for Eagle comma Nebraska.
D is rolling her steed out of the shed.
And I'm determined not to use any gasoline.
There was a break for lunch.
And we got treated to these scenes that you just don't get in Lincoln or Omaha.
This milky path will take you back to Lincoln. But here's the trick question: Is this uphill? Downhill? Straight ahead, best gear you've got.
At mile marker ten (and it took us several miles to get to mile marker zero), we're in Eagle. Don't blink. Seriously. It will disappear from you forever. Like Brigadoon. Except you won't give a shit about getting it back.
We put on more sunscreen at this point. And that's funny for two reasons. First, the clouds you've been seeing in the previous pictures all gathered up like a Boy Scout Jamboree and started raining the rain of the unjust all over us and our caliper brakes. B) we started catching bugs in the goo on our arms, chests and legs. And another thing about legs. Those in the preceding picture are not my real legs. They're stunt legs. My real legs are much. . . beefier.
In Nebraska, we're in the heart of agriculture. I bear witness.
But we did make it home. I was in terrible shape.
D mocked me with her eyes.
We also saw these handsome fellows (but I'm still not sure how you make this sort of thing a poem).
Great to see photos of you two. Are you coming this way during the summer? Love from the farm! T.
Posted by: Tanya | May 30, 2007 at 07:15 AM