riding in the sky
Darin and I went on a pretty little bike ride for his birthday yesterday afternoon.
We had a nice dusky ride together on the new part of our town's bike trail which extends out through the canyon, over the creek on the old railroad trestle which is now a a high wooden bridge.
riding out over the bridge you can see people's houes on the banks below, with chimney smoke and woodsheds and swingsets. It makes you feel like you are flying on your bike. Which reminds me of a rad little dream sequence from Flight of the Conchords that is super amazing.
The view from above.
This is old news for Darin, but for me actually RIDING my bike is a major accomplishment. I got my poor bicycle tuned up this summer and then never really rode it. Well this inspired me and I'm ready to start again. And I think my bottom will thank me.
Also, it makes me appreciate my town for having this beautiful trail ready and waiting all the time for us to come out and enjoy the beauty of the Sierra foothills.
But, on a related note, is it somewhat telling that the trail starts at the JAIL and ends at WALMART?! That's redneck country, folks.
Well needless to say we had a lovely day and ended it with yummy pizza (jalapenos, pineapple, tomato, onion, wow) at Brick Oven Pub and then home for a few episodes of FOTC (in case you couldn't tell, we're currently re-obssessed).