Spring Ahead.

Composting isn't just something that happens in the garden.

We've got a couple lists going right now.  The Summer List of Possibilities, and a List of Favorite Bike Rides. 

Talk about diverse.  Both lists spent the week being turned and churned, plumped up and mulched down. 

I think they need a bit of rest now.  Some time to compost into a reasonably compact pile of notes and ideas. 

Sometimes when you've got a big pile of thoughts, it just takes a week or two to see what's going to grow out of it.  

I love diversity.

And versatility.

Particularly that of mountain bikes.

The Paragon's got a new look. 

From mountain bike... 

... to ladies shopping bike.

   
Two days after I untied the Christmas bow on the Paragon, the Superfly's brakes went belly up.  So the Paragon got drafted for tackling trails on it's knobby 2.2's.

Two weeks and two new tires later (700 x 32's) it became the Paragon of street bikes.  From Bruiser to Slick in ten minutes. 


The rack turns it into a workhorse.  Me and my run shoes can head to the park, with room for loot from the farmers market on the way home. 

But some days, it's all about fun.

While I have been mostly bike shop-free the last few weeks, Popeye has hardly had a moment away from work. By the time he got back from the lab yesterday (yes, Sunday) it was too late to drive to the Econ.

Three hours of daylight left in the weekend. 

February going out like a lion with a big wind from the southeast.    

It's the perfect day for a sure footed street bike! 

Take off the rack, and take off down the bike path.  Out the front door.  Head upwind. 

Did we make it 25 miles to the Inlet before the turnaround time?

Nope. 

But we got 20 miles to the Maritime Hammock Sanctuary hiking trail before turning around.  No riding this trail.  Wouldn't dream of it!  (Besides, there wasn't time.)  With the no-bikes signpost it just seemed like a good spot for a picture.

There are better photo ops along A1A. 

Like Coconut Park.  A water fountain for bottle refills makes it even better.

Downwind is a sleigh ride on slicks. 

We come skidding into home with time left to grill out under the backyard Christmas lights...

...and suddenly it's back to Monday. 

If only composting would happen that fast.