I'm retired, Brandon is between jobs and Paul is retired. It was 70 degrees, the sun was shining and the wind was so so. So..... We rode. It's one of our regular routes that has a few inclines and some windy spots. Seventeen miles to Wareham, MA. Brandon tries to hit 30 MPH on our rides, I suggest a meeting place for him to wait for me, and Paul, because it was his first long ride in months did lots of coasting. We got through it. Paul is home chewing Advil, I'm getting ready for a hot bath, Brandon is on his way to the gym. He is 27 and has a date with someone with the last name of Skyhawk tonight. I'm thinking exotic dancer with that name, but he assures me it's really her family name. Riiiiiiight.
Our recent retiree, Paul
Brandon and Paul
We began the ride on the local MUP and withing a half mile we heard this ruckus from the swampy area. A few places on the ride we came across the same thing. It was hundreds of tiny frogs making a racket that really got your attention. It was one of those things that most people never know is happening unless your on a bike or walking. Bikers know what I'm talking about. There is so much going on, especially in nature that go unnoticed when your traveling at 40, or 50 or 60 miles an hour in a vehicle. It's probably why most bikers lean toward environmentalism. We see it, experience it and appreciate it.