Anyway, last night I went out on a bike ride, and for some odd reason decided to go out on the highway. That really brought back some memories. I had the whole road to myself on the way out to the highway. Went past some farmer's fields, it was nice. Then when I actually got on the highway it was brutal. Lots of cars and semi trucks going past me fast. The wind, noise and even risk of it all really caused my mind to click. With cycling as in everything there are ups and downs. Good times and bad times, even within one ride. There was one other rider going the other direction. I saw him coming for a long way. When we passed he looked at me and waved. I nodded my head and raised a hand off of the bars.
Tonight I was back on the Centenial Trail going along the Spokane River. It left me with its own impressions. Cyclists coming and going. Each on his or her own path in their lives and yet sharing the same bike path. When I was younger there weren't any bike paths. I was always out on the highway. I was usually alone. Didn't see any other cyclists. It wasn't a shared experience the way it is now.