Sitting in the car today on the way to the ferry, I was trying to sus out the difference between “wake up call” and “clarion call.” My pal, who is English and more knowledgeable than I about the fine difference words can make, listened to my rationales and then described my Whidbey Bike Tour as a reality check.
That certainly sums it up.
All summer I’ve been struggling to refind my inner-Bike Nerd. At 17 miles from the bus station in Everett to the doublewide on Whidbey, it’s the longest ride I’ve had in months and the first time the bike’s been loaded since March. Pokey, I stopped for coffee, lunch, blew a tire, and screwed up my derailleur. But with the weekend full of potential and a camera, I finally felt joy while riding.
When I got home today, I cleaned the bike, tried to figure out the shifting issues, and took apart my rear brakes. I also installed some mudflaps that arrived in the post. Tomorrow, I’m going to wax it and go for a training ride.
In two weeks, I’ll try Whidbey again. I’ve got to find a way to get to Deception Pass for camping and kayaking, so why not ride my bike?
The Shortest Tour I’ve Ever Taken!