Because I am not only mightier than you imagine*

[desperance]

After barely more than two years of pedalling this bike of mine about these environs in a sedate and upright manner, I have finally taken it beyond the city limits. And not merely to Mountain View, but to the far side of Mountain View: to the Milk Pail as ever was. Which is six measured miles, in each direction. With, of course, the wind in my face both ways (how does it even do that?), and half the stock of the Milk Pail on my back all the way home. Yay me.

I am in hopes that having finally broken through that wall, I may venture further in other directions also. I'm a little saddle-sore, and my legs are a little weary, but nothing spectacular. I could totally do that again.

Notes to self, for next time:

* Pump up bike tyres before departure: pneumatism is to be hoped for.

* Take water: hydration is a good.

* Find out before departure whether any of Morgan's family is in and up for a visit. Because twice six miles is easier than twelve, if there's more than a shop in the middle.


*(and far too pretty to kill)