We rode for a few hours on an uncrowded trail. Perfect weather, no hills, wooden bridges, good company.
Mike and I first rode bikes together in 1950.** After all these years we still have a lot in common: we both enjoy biking and we both have wives named Iris (mine is shown riding away from the camera toward Mt. Vernon, George Washington's home and gift shop). And after all these years it still felt great to ride a bike on a warm spring afternoon. I won't say I felt like I was eight years old again. Is there anyone out there who would expect that?
Rivers like this cry out for more bike paths, don't you agree? Write your congressman!
**not a typo
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