I’ve been looking forward to today. Group ride, unknown route, untried bike set up, unknown companions, wonky weather. I know we’ll ride some gravel, I know there’s a place to buy cinnamon rolls (the ride’s name is the Cinnamon Roller). I know the roads will be sloppy and I know it’s going to be windy.
I must be nervous because I’ve been fussing with the bike for an hour. Light or no lights, tweak handlebar placement, which pedals, add some air, should I wipe down the rims, change bar plugs. All useless at this point.
I want to be riding but I’m not…yet. Another moment will arrive later today when I will want to stop riding…but can’t.