After the muscle cramps and sore bottom wore off, I felt reinvigorated to ride again. As a kid I rode my bike all over town. The product of a single parent childhood, my dad was always working when I needed to get anywhere so it was natural to ride my bike to work or around town to get where I needed to go.
This time I took the bike down to the Cape Cod Canal. The ride was 13 miles - 6.5mi each way. The canal separates Cape Cod from "the mainland" of Massachusetts. There are two bridges that cross the canal, the Sagamore and the Bourne Bridge respectively. There is a marina where local fisherman dock their boats and a variety of sailboats, day cruise lines and even oil tankers that pass through the canal.
Cruising at my own pace, with no pressure of other riders, I had an opportunity to reflect. The swirling currents of the man-made canal were always something to fear when we were growing up. "Don't get too close to the edge, you'll get swept away!" Pedaling the canal brought back a lot of memories.
Relentless Power.
Riptide Current. Emotions.
The Crying of Waves.
I finished the 13 mile ride in 48 minutes. Not too shabby for my second time on a pedal bike in the last 10 years!
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