Another Fredericksburg Ride

This past weekend, a group of co-workers and I gathered in a bungalow located in Fredericksburg, Texas, for a 200 mile bike ride.

A ride, is a ride, is a ride. There is a bike and a road. So, I pedal.



I may be getting bored with the ideal of riding in a circle and riding to the same spot that I started. You would think that 200 miles over a weekend would mean something; but instead, I am a bit unsatisfied. I need to feel like I am making distance and going somewhere.

Emotionally, I am growing as I see the road from a new perspective. These days, I stop and smell the flowers on the side of the road.