I Might Never Ride My Bike Again

My shadow as I sit on my bike (from ten years ago)

My longest bike ride was in June 2012. I'd gone riding with a new cycling friend and we'd planned to ride about twenty miles that morning.

Instead, we got lost. By the time I arrived back home, I'd ridden thirty-seven miles. I was exhausted, but exuberant. If I could ride thirty-seven 37 miles then I could ride fifty.