It was a fantastic weekend. Wow I love spring.
Needless to say, we went riding this weekend. In fact, we went riding on Friday night, we went riding on Saturday and we did a quick trip on Sunday. It was absolutely outstanding.
I’ll admit I was a little nervous getting back on my bike for the first time after months without riding. I was a little afraid I’d forget how, or at least enough to get myself into trouble. After all, going down a hill heading towards a red light you don’t want to suddenly think “how do I brake?”
I shouldn’t have worried. It really is like riding a bicycle — you don’t forget — except you don’t have to pedal.
Friday night was really funny. Steve was off on Friday so he spent much of the day running errands and working outside. It was enough to make Jake, who usually sleeps all day while we’re at work, really tired. When I got home from work, his eyes were sleepy and he looked like he’d like nothing better than a nap. We actually talked about possibly leaving him home to rest while we went for a ride.
But when Steve carried my bike jacket, chaps and boots downstairs, Jake appeared by my side while I was changing my clothes with a questioning look in his eyes. When I pulled out my riding gloves, Jake’s eyes lit up and he suddenly looked happy. Our RoadDog was ready to go, tired or not.
It was that way most of the weekend. We’d work outside for awhile and Jake would get tired “helping” us. But when the bikes came out of the garage, he was ready to go. We did leave him home on Saturday evening when we rode into Lunenburg for dinner and again on Sunday evening when we went into Bridgewater to meet up with some friends for an hour. He didn’t seem to mind too much on Saturday night, he was tired from riding all afternoon, but he wasn’t thrilled on Sunday.
It seems our RoadDog is ready for another riding season too.