I am now almost into a month of cycling. I’ve had my 1st dropped chain (had to walk the bike back home to fix it but now I have some techniques for a fix on the fly). I’ve hit a few minor distance goals and a few major ones. Well, major to me at any rate. I still have some goals to go (ride a total of 10 miles, save for a road bike, get a proper hitch and bike rack) but I see progress and that’s encouraging.
I also had my first attack the other day. By a bird. A Mississippi Kite to be exact. I was riding on a lake trail, a short 6-mile ride. There’s a small hill coming back from my turn-around point, and I’m all over achy. I’m repeating my mantra “You don’t have to go fast, you just have to keep going” as I’m pushing all I can to get up this very tiny incline.
Then… WHAP!! I thought “WHAT THE HELL, SOMEONE THREW A FRISBEE AT ME.” Then I think “but there’s not a disc golf course nearby…” WHAP!! Hit number 2. I see the bird as it’s flying upwards on my left and perches at the top of a nearby tree. He/She is glaring at me. I’m pedalling as fast as I can to get out of this bird’s area while bracing for attack #3. Luckily, there were only 2 flybys (and not the Strava kind) but I’m not sure I’ll ride that area of trails until I am faster and manage inclines better.
Today is a rest day. I’ll stay off the bike and mow the back yard instead. Hopefully, I won’t draw the ire of any more birds.