A Sunday Afternoon Ride

Family obligations meant no riding on Saturday May 20, but they ended late Sunday morning.

We generally ride in the am, but this was THAT kind of day, blue sky without clouds, temperatures in the 60s and 70s, not too much wind.

The kids were gone, the grand kids with them. It was quiet.

How could we not get on our bicycles.

The route hardly mattered, the day was that good.
We rode through the uncrowded streets of suburban Kansas and Missouri, outside of Kansas City.
We rode through the woods in Swope Park and on Blue River Road.
We rode through the suburb of Martin City, stopped for a coffee, and rode home.

It was one of those rides that meant nothing, but meant everything.

Sometimes that just happens.


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