Yesterday was a good day
May 18, 11:18
Morning, 10AM, three cyclists arrive in my alley as arranged. I’d hoped for twice as many but I guess there was sleeping to be done somewhere.
We rode Diversey to the lake front, a much smoother route than last week’s North Ave. The weather was warm and suited us fine. Part of the path was windy, but not enough to overpower the mornings’s enthusiasm. It was a brisk ride without any real stopping, and we reached 51st street in about an hour.
Hyde Park is a nice area. We took a break on the steps above where the Manhattan Project started the first sustained fission reaction sixty-odd years ago. We talked about the atomic age, and what it would be like to help build a machine that took the lives of millions. A meandering ride took us to breakfast at a Greek diner and a followup surprise gelato.
Riding back was windier once we left the lakefront at Roosevelt and wandered around the loop toward Milwaukee. I was tired but happy as I arrived home.
In the evening I sat with friends, listening to the sounds outside. Sirens mixed with voices and invited themselves in through an open window. The splashing of cars through puddles was the only clue it was raining. We watched Lost in Translation, a fitting film for the weather.
I need to find a destination for next week’s ride. Maybe south again?