To peddle or not to ...
Old Friends, New friends
Fast friends and blue friends...
There are multi levels of athletic ability on this trip. I've found if I stay in the middle of the pack I am set with a pace and able to maintain.
The trouble comes when we are traveling over highways and across busy streets as a group ...
The vehicles move FAST and without concern. This is where we all get bunched up and my position in the pack can be usurped.
The folks at the back get discouraged. Mostly because they feel they are holding the pack back...sometimes because they just can't see themselves conquering that next "Dutch Mountain", but mostly because there is no rest for the back of the pack...
By the time the slower catch up, the faster group has had a great long rest and as soon as they catch up we are on our way. An unintended punishment for the slower in the saddle.
This trip is all about the biking. There is country side to see but not a lot of touring!
The spring flowers are in bloom...we pass hedgerows of lilacs, privet and a fragrant bush I don't know the name of...the intoxicating scent is balanced by the fields of cows, sheep and goat dung.
Life is about balance.
Over All...my dear friends Marcy and Linda are making the trip a blast! Mark and I are singing our way thru the miles. We are happily butchering the classics and every song James Taylor ever wrote.
Our serenading seems to amuse most but probably annoys a few...
I was once told if you can sing or speak while peddling...then your not dead yet!
Today 35 miles from Antwerp to Ghent!
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