Postscript....
After a week in the French Alps, I expected to feel a bit like Superman on my 24 mile commute into to work today from Framingham to Kendall Square; the hills (what hills?!) of Route 30 were supposed to melt away when confronted by my mountain-pass-hardened quads. But to my surprise, the ride in felt pretty much like it always had as I rode my cyclocross bike into Cambridge. And the cleat that had miraculously continued to grip the pedal all last week through the mountains, even after it broke, now started slipping out quite frequently as I was passed by steady stream of uncaring rush-hour traffic. Even my shouted "Bonjours" to passers-by and other cyclists were met by uncomprehending stares. Yes, it was all too clear that we had incontrovertibly returned through the magic door.
But truth be told, I am not sorry to be back home amongst family, friends, and the "every-day"; isn't it the every-day that makes the chance to live out our dreams, even if only for a brief week, especially sweet.
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Thank you....
...to Lorraine and Rachel for being so constantly supportive of me doing this trip
...to Peter F, Remy, Rawson for all the countless hours of work they did to plan the Monster 50th
...to Ian and Peter for the incredible sag-wagon support and their never-flagging spirits
...to DJK, fellow blogger, for convincing me to join him on this adventure; even after almost 35 years of cycling together, the riding continues be great.
Love to all............................Sandy
Thanks for a great blog. I got a lot of vicarious pleasure from sharing from a distance.
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