I’m still streaking. I’m closing in on 500 consecutive days of cycling, and lately the obstacles and challenges have been… interesting. I thought I’d check in today—Day 495—because this has been one of the most unusual things I’ve ever done on a bike. This feels like a real tortoise moment, and I kind of live by that story.
Here are some photos of the last few weeks and rides. Details to come and more about the complexity of a streak few understand.
Recap. August 8th was a year. 365 days in a row or cycling. I just kept going. I mean why stop? Why not keep the momentum and see if I can get to 400 and then 450 and now I can see 500.
I haven’t written much about it since my last post. Is that because I don’t want to jinx it? Maybe. Now it’s time to spill. Now, it’s time to say unequivocally that I’m a cyclist. Own it! Of course, I know that, but admittedly, I have stuggled with others knowing it and respecting it.
There’s some unpacking of the proverbial pannier that needs to happen. Why did I do this? Why bother continuing? Is there some deeper issue to uncover? Maybe. But maybe I just love to ride!
Until 500, I’ll keep on pedaling and I hope you follow along.
My 365th consecutive day of cycling is today. I’m not stopping or taking a day off. I’m planning to continue the streak until I can’t for some reason. Here are some of the questions I’ve been asked the most while cycling my streak.
Has it been hard? Not terribly, no. At first I was recovering from surgery on my heel and my streak was broken in July 2024 because doctor’s orders. Then it was hard to remember that I was setting a schedule to ride in the summer when usually I wouldn’t be commuting to work anyway, so setting new routines was challenging for a month or so.
The most challenging aspect of riding consecutive days is traveling and there’s bicycle uncertainty. Can I get a bike in a 24 hour period? While it only happened twice in 365 days, first in April when we were taking the Amtrak to and from Vancouver, B.C., and we had to clear customs at the Canadian border near Seattle. I was counting on a ride when we got home but also knew it would be late, so I was full of anxiety over how this would play out. Seize the cycle is the best way to handle it. You make the most of an opportunity. We ended up having a layover in Seattle at King Station so I rented a Lime ride and it all worked out as if I’d planned it.
The second time was a few weeks ago. We took a trip on the Columbia and Willamette rivers on our sailboat. I brought my Brompton onboard. My husband tied down the bike at the stern and when we docked we’d unload it and I could pedal around the city. It requires the tiniest bit of planning, but completely worth it.
Did it get boring? Absolutely not. I love riding and even though I was mostly riding in my area, it’s a treat to see how many different ways you can get from point A to B. Plus I didn’t have to commute to work so I could break the route to and from and just go, go, go. There are a few decent climbs by my house and now I can say without hesitation that I don’t mind them now, much. Since going to and from some of my trusty routes I must go down the hill, then I’ll have to come up said hill again later. a portion of the hill is has a 10% grade and you know it’s just before a stoplight and traffic to the north and south and you feel vulnerable and hidden and it’s hard. I don’t love the main hill on days when the sun is a broiler and the pavement is so hot you can hear your tires sizzle. But I got over it or planned it so I wasn’t doing the climb in the heat of the day.
Do you have a favorite route? Not really. I’m not bound to a commuting route like when I was working, so I just go. I go wherever I want and try different routes and explore. I am reminded that this is exactly how I rode my bike as a youngster. I’d wander and see what was around the bend. Just riding. It’s less about the miles and pushing myself than it is the consistency of riding every single day. I did make a point of documenting it with photos along the route. It was part of the journey to find a good backdrop for my bike to pose.
Did you set a minimum number of miles every day? I get this question the most. I wanted to ride every day for the pure joy of it. Going from commuting 22 miles a day, 4-5 days a week to potentially nothing because I don’t have to commute any longer could have been the end of my riding. I could have turned my bike life into a hobby and less of a daily obsession. I didn’t want that to be the case. I wanted to ride just for the satisfaction of riding. The challenge of doing the thing every single day and not so much for miles. I didn’t wanted to overthink anything related to my bike life. Sure, maybe by the time I was 6 months into it I’d shoot for at least 30 minutes or 5-10 miles, but I also embraced the Grant Peterson cycle philosophy and showed up for my ride. Anything else is frosting. Old habits die hard is a cliché for a reason and it challenging to silence your inner critic and not let the commuting habit boss you around. Whoever coined the phrase “Follow your bliss” had to be a cyclist. The feel of my legs moving and my eyes taking in all that is around me is exactly what draws me to cycling. It feels amazing!
Did you participate in any group rides? Nope. There was a time for that in my life, but I prefer solo riding. I wouldn’t rule it out but no, I did not participate in any organized rides in the 360+ days of riding.
Did you use an eBike? Me-power versus e-power is interesting to ponder. I have nothing to prove and I have bikes because I’m a cyclist! I did occasionally use my eBike. My 2012 Kona mixte was my primary ride. It’s not one OR the other, it’s both. There are some days I didn’t have the legs to deal with hills or heat or rain and it was safer to eBike, so I went electric. It kept me in the saddle where I might not have had the me-power to ride. I also used my Brompton (foldy bike) because it’s easy to take on and off train or bus. This always makes me think of the iconic line about having more insurance coverage in the movie “Fried Green Tomatoes”. The character Evelyn Couch, played by Kathy Bates utters the line, “Face it, girls, I’m older and I have more bikes!” She actually says insurance. She has more insurance. I have bikes and for the first time in my life I can ride whatever I want. Evelyn agrees!
Why? Or as my husband says, “You keep telling me why, but I don’t understand it!” It is a good basic question and while I could quote the phrase “because it is there” which is a famous quote attributed to George Mallory, a British climber who perished on Mount Everest in 1924. That quote certainly encapsulates the inherent human drive to explore and conquer challenges, particularly in the face of formidable natural obstacles like mountains, or biking up 10% grade hills.
I don’t have a therapist, but I guess if I was on the couch and talking about the why of my riding, I’d say it’s one of those things I can do. It all started in gym class when I was a wee lass and I couldn’t climb the rope or was told I’m not good at sports. I’m sure I’m not alone. I’m not a runner and I’m not a lot of things that physically fit people look like they are. I am not slight of build and I have been told, “You don’t look like a cyclist,” whatever that’s supposed to mean. Simply put, I wanted to see if I could. I was inspired to do so by a cyclist in Toronto. An added benefit is that my legs are toned. My gastrocnemius muscle, both the medial and lateral are defined in a way I envied on “serious cyclists.” Just the other day I sort of noticed this definition on my own legs and I really wanted to set up a photo shoot because for the first time it’s defined enough for me to say Hello!!Legs by cycling. If you follow this blog, you know I’m not one to have a gym membership and I don’t run and while I do enjoy swimming, that’s not my thing either. I ride my bike.
One comment from a Strava follower was “You must be so strong after this experience.” I do feel good and I want to hold on to that zeal of just doing the do and riding as much as I can for as long as I can.
What’s next? I’ll keep on doing what I do. Getting out there and riding my bike! I wish the same for you.
Thanks for reading and get out there and ride your bike. Tomorrow will be day 366!
The risk in talking about a streak is that somehow you will jinx it. You will attract some sort of mischief that will kill the streak. Better to just hunker down and do the thing and not draw any attention to it.
I’ve been reflecting on this streak and happy to keep spinning and reviewing some of the days. Recently Day 260 proved to be very complicated because I was traveling and wasn’t quite sure if I could ride a bike through the aisles on an Amtrak. Fortunately, it didn’t come to that. I squeezed in a ride during a layover in Seattle. That was the closest call I’ve had in my adventures.
The 260s came and went and the 270s also. I’m on the #297th day of consecutive days of riding my bike as of this post. Why not wait until #300? Well, I may not have time to write about it.
With this streak, I’ve gotten used to seizing the moment—and also sensing when something might go wrong. A snag. I can feel it, like shaking a Magic 8 Ball, and hoping for the “Yes-Definitely,” but some days are leaning toward, “Very doubtful.” The outlook of each day holds a bike ride, and I work diligently to make sure it happens, part of my daily rhythm.
One is working and one is not.
As much as commuting was a necessary part of my week getting to and from school when I worked, I wasn’t for certain how my graduation (retirement) from work would influence my future riding. I didn’t want it to but how could it not alter my schedule and commitment?
When I started this streak 297 days ago I didn’t know I’d get this far. All you can do it try.
Puttering in my yard a week ago, I decided to move a big bucket of water. Think 40 pounds. I know better. Plus it’s water! Why did I think it was so necessary to move it. It was on grass and I should have pushed it over which my cycling legs, but no… the weakest part of me, my arms were put to the test and I hauled it over to a flower bed to water some plants. I felt the twist in the small of my back and thought possibly a giant knife was thrown at my side. But still I got on my bike the next day (after an hour of alternating hot and cold) and the next day after that for a week and rode.
#297 and HollyBerry, the eBike.
I’m accustomed to getting a massage now and again. But it has probably been over a year since I had one. After the bucket incident I made an appointment and today I feel like a voodoo doll with pins sticking out everywhere. I used my ebike today and I persevered and rode. In the last 297 days there have definitely been days when my body was not up for the challenge.
A rest day for me on my streak means riding, but not as far or as long. That’s okay! Coming off of the commuting miles or the days when it was raining sideways during my commute, now I can pick my time of the day and just go! I can wait for that break in the rain to get in my ride. How liberating!
Everything falls away when I ride. Correction, most everything falls away. I take in the scenes and scenery and I feel as though I’m on some new path of enlightenment. Not quite a reclining buddha but a pedaling goddess and even when distracted drivers annoy me I still feel blissful and renewed at its conclusion.
Ride #260 was a $17 Lime ride. But I got it done.
I stared my streak on August 8th, 2024 and I even started it before that but I had foot surgery so I stopped and resumed once the doctor gave the green light. Now I’m on the threshold of 300 days and only 68 days from a whole year and I’m amazed. But we’re going to be aloof about it and chill so as not to anger the gods.
People ask me, “What happens after that?”
I’ll keep going is what I say. Day 366 and day 400 and 500. Of course I’ll need a little treat, for the bike of course, but I want the streak to continue.
Thanks for reading my blog and some of you on Strava have been following me and giving me Kudos, and I want to thank you for your support. It means
BikeGoddess is also a YouTube Channel and I’m planning more for it in the upcoming 68 days, including some video of my trip to Vancouver B.C., and my bike tour recommendations. Have a look and Subscribe because doing this streak has been a sort of biking bootcampt for me.
Today will mark 164 consecutive days of riding my bike. On Thursday, August 8th of 2024 I started the streak. I would have more but I missed a week recovering from surgery on my left foot to remove a cyst on my heel. I was bummed, but that’s how it goes. Streaks are interesting in that you don’t always consciously know you’re in a streak until you think about it or someone points out that you’re consistently doing something.
While it did start in August, I was inspired by a cyclist I saw on Threads. Now I don’t see said cyclist post on Threads as much (or at all as of today), but in late November he was at 1552 days of cycling. He always says, “riding bikes every day until I can’t for some reason, day 1552.” He would post an amazing photo of his bike with some amazing angle and I thought, “I love this. I wanna see if I could do this.”
I love it and while I am far, far away from his total…all I can do is get out there and ride. The streak days stack up and here I am thinking of the day ahead, not the thousand days ahead.There is something pretty basic about staying grounded in there here and now.
With temps below freezing lately, it’s definitely a challenge but I’ve been doing the DO and getting it done. Frankly, it’s been a refreshing change of pace from my old commuting days and I think I’m riding better, harder and with more confidence.
What were my old commuting days, you wonder? I rode my bike to and from work most days of the week during the school year. That means I’d often take the weekend or holidays off since I didn’t have to go to work. Also a great scenario but since I retired/graduated from work to my own thing I wondered how my cycling habits would change since I didn’t HAVE to get up and ride to and from during the week.
Liberating is what it is! I can wait out the rain or the wind gusts and pick the time of day to get out there and ride. It’s like the hearing the angels sweetly sing because I have choice and I still choose to ride. Now back to the streak. while it is about the numbers, it is also about the rhythm, the routine, and the joy of showing up for myself, day after day. Showing up for me, myself and I, alone.
I’ve learned I love cycling from a place in my soul that goes beyond anything I ever thought about. I feel I have GOT to ride every day. It sounds corny, but it is my thing. The feel of the bike and the rolling wheels and dance of time through space while I move with the machine to get to places far and near is magical. I mean even with and against traffic and distracted drivers and all the hullabaloo, it’s still so wonderful and feels like an accomplishment. I love it even more when it’s cycling to cycle and not to commute. With a cycling streak, it’s a magnificent reminder when you’re in the moment and you love the moment so much that you decide to be intentional and conscious of the moments and crochet them together to make yourself stronger of both body and mind.
Like the Threads cyclist, I take a photo (most of the time) of my bike in some unusual spot with a cool backdrop to mark the moment and then I continue my ride and post about it later. Many times I post on Strava and Instagram but lately since all the Socials seems to be in such flux and decisions about whether to stay or go are paralyzing, I am making note of them in my phone on the caption for the photo. I don’t post about it every day but I’ve been hoping to revive my Blog and also take some time to share more about my bikey ways here and on YouTube in the coming months. If you’re interested, please follow along.
1550 days from today is Wednesday, April 18, 2029 and what I hope is that I’m still cycling and streaking, but let’s be honest, who know what tomorrow brings. All we have is the here and now and I plan to get out there and ride. I gotta keep the streak going.
What I’ve learned is that this streak is mine and I’m working to stay in the saddle and doing the do. It feels like fist-pumping-crossing-my-own-finish-line every single day. That’s what I’ve learned.
Thanks for reading and riding and I hope you too get out there and ride your bike.
I found this path on @RideWithGPS. It’s called The Trolley Trail and it’s absolutely lovely! I must ride it again.
Since my last post, which was 118 days ago, I retired. Yes, I took the leap off the ledge of employment and plunged into the unknown. Forty, that’s a 4 and a 0, years of working, add more for working while in high school. There’s a lot of planning, of course, and I had been steering in the general direction of retirement or as I call it, graduation, since lockdown. It’s all theoretical, vague and abstract until you meet with people who have access to your employment history and you realize you can get off the treadmill and move on to what you want to do. When you get serious about it then you can only see the possibilities of the unknown and it’s weirdly very exciting, like a detour on a bike route you’ve been on for years. If I go literary on you, it’s like opening the door to Narnia. There’s something beautiful about time spread out in front of you like the horizon and all you have to do is think about the path you want to try. Or you can read another chapter of your book and settle in with a coffee refill.
A monkey on the Trolley Trail.
What’s it like? Liberating! Free! Like the wind on my back. I look at my watch at various times of the day and think, “Wow, if I was working, I’d still be at work.” From the time I turned 15, I have been working. My career as a teacher-librarian, while rich, interesting and stimulating is now replaced by volunteer endeavors at both my local library and nonprofit bike shop are rewarding and interesting. Spontaneously considering options that before retirement you’d talk yourself into NOT doing because there wasn’t time.
My e-bike which I love is less important only because I don’t have to be faster to get to work in a hurry. I don’t commute, I can just ride wherever, whenever and that’s liberating as well. I did splurge on a Garmin Edge and an annual subscription to Ride With GPS to do some route planning and have turn-by-turn directions for new route-tines and new places to bike.
For example, I have missed writing in my blog for the last 118 days. Working wears you out. You have little energy left to do anything but go to sleep and get ready for the next day of work. I was lucky and I’m very grateful for my career and the people along the way who believed in me, but now… retirement, wow, it’s mind-blowing. There is space in my brain to consider other callings. It reminds me of those few months after you graduate from high school and everyone wants to know what you plan on doing next. I plan on doing whatever my heart desires, within reason of course, but you know I’ve been leaning into new routines. After 40 years of planning nearly every second of my working days, I’m happy to flow the go, (go with the flow) and just be open to seeing the leaves turn and relax.
As with graduation, people always seem to have ideas about what you should do—or, more importantly, what they would do—if they didn’t have to work. For me, there’s never been a September where I wasn’t busy with something. You squeeze time out of weekends to ride a bike, go for a walk, or sit with a book, but now… Now I can while away the hours however I choose, in whatever way befits my mood. I literally can ride my bike on routes I’ve passed hundreds of times without a second thought.
This is a path in the woods for walking or riding and I finally had a chance to enjoy it.
I’m not of avian persuasion, but there’s something liberating about this newfound flight of my own fancy. No longer tethered to schedules or deadlines, I can aspire to other activities. I can soar through the day on my own terms. Whether it’s coasting along on the bike path or getting lost in the pages of a book, every moment feels like a breeze—unrushed, untethered, unbound.
Ahead!
There’s a variety of jokes about retirement and cyclists, but I like this one the most.
What do you call a retired cyclist who still rides every day? A wheel-y dedicated retiree!
I hope that’s me. Now, I gotta get out there and ride.
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My bike(s) are like a part of me. They are an extension of my body and my mind. As a bike knocks off mile after mile and you pedal through the weeks and commute or grab groceries or try this hill or that dale your bike willingly goes along for the ride.
I went too far. We’ve had lots of rain and I thought the screeching braking sounds were a result of the rain. However, that’s not the case. Prepare yourself for the photos you see.
In my defense, I did hit the 5K mark on my commuter, HollyBerryBike recently and I suspected that I would be addressing the brake pad soon however I didn’t really think they’d sound like the Psycho score turned screech.
The downhill spiral on brake pads is quick. What you suspect becomes reality when dogs howl and birds flee and babies cry as you pass by and you may not even be using your brakes. Today was such a day and I’m grateful that it wasn’t SO bad that fluids leaked and my bike was ruined but was bad enough that I learned my lesson. Again.
But here’s the thing, I’ve gone to the garage a few times tonight and my bike isn’t there. It’s at the shop. It’s having an overnighter and I don’t think we’ve been separated ever, so I feel like a bad bike mom and I know it’s only a night but I miss her.
Left is the one I wore out. On the right is the new pad.
All the forums and experts say every 5K miles your brake pads should be checked and “possibly” replaced. But it depends on how hard you ride and how much you brake. Commuting adds loads more wear and tear to a bike and in this case, she’s right on time. 5,100 miles.
I have been here before. We’ve all learned lessons about bike maintenance multiple times. I’m here again at the brake pad lesson 101 and it’s all going to be okay. Mark at the shop assured me that I did the right thing and it’s all going to be okay.
She will get rear pads and a new rotor and we’ll be riding into the end of the school year soon enough.
This is Bike Goddess here with a reminder to check your brake pads. Don’t be like me.
Thanks for reading. I know it’s been a beat and I’ll be back sooner than you think with a few exciting announcements. In the meantime if you found this helpful, please give this post a Like and I look forward to another post soon.
It feels like we’ve had 1,000 inches of rain. In actuality we’re within our seasonal norms (I checked) so my complaints are more laser focused on the month of January and its predicatability. Predicable much in the same way of a jack-in-the-box. The music is certain and you know what’s going to happen and still that demonic puppet POPS up and you want to rip it to shreads. Weasel indeed!
We’d had a shortened winter break because of our teacher strike. Shortened by approximately 5 days, so in January we had 4 snow days due to inclement weather. POP!
It was after Dr. King’s birthday, Monday the 15th and the Friday before that we were released from school early since the storm was coming in and could dump snow, ice, cats and dogs during the bus ride home. Out early, sure, no problem.
The weather system was of course delayed from Hawaii or something so it didn’t arrive when is was supposed to but whatever, weather is like that. It arrived Saturday and it wasn’t all that bad. A dusting as we say around here. Nothing too significant. Pretty but would likely be gone in a few hours. The wind up. Hear the sing-songy tune? Keep winding and one more turn, nothing yet, still nothing… POP!
Oh boy, oh boy! It came down.
I could hear the little diamond drops hitting the picture window in the living room and I knew it was icy but it left behind more snow than ice at first. The ice was on its way.
January 13, 2024
Again, this doesn’t seem like much, but in my neck of the world this represents a late start which could become a snow day, depending on whether is persists. Buses aren’t going to be able to pick up kids safely. Let’s not be judgmental here because I even though I grew up in the midwest and this is nothing by comparison, it’s treacherous here because we’re neither prepared for it nor do most people know how to drive in it and there are lots of steep hills. My school district goes from elevations of 300 to 1,000 feet.
Saturday was the day it snowed and snowed and snowed more
After about 8 hours the blanket covered more.
Sunday was quiet and this snow was “Canadian snow” or so I’ve heard from a friend who lived in Alberta. It was wonderful easy-to-walk-in-without-being-slushy snow. However, Mother Nature was not finished with us. Next temps plunged into the teens and ice cometh.
Shimmery ice on January 17th.
With temps in the teens, our pipes at school froze and at some point on Sunday one broke, “at an elbow”. There were two spots and one specific pipe broke in the library. Yeah, I’m a bonafide school librarian so my principal called me Sunday night and in a voice that sounded like doom on the doorstep and gave me the news that there was around 2 inches of water on the floor because the pipe burst in the corner and the ceiling tiles came down over a whole section of books.
Speechless and stunned in an avalanche of feelings I’m not sure what I muttered back in response. It’s not bad, y’know. You’re alive and you have heat and water and really in the grand scheme it’s not that bad. I wanted to be consoling but I was seeing the area in my mind and I couldn’t quite visualize the extent of the damage described.
The week rolled out like a bunch of glass in the bike lane. Shards everywhere you couldn’t really see, but you can feel your tires being punctured. Monday Closed for MLK Day.
Tuesday-Closed
Wednesday-Closed
Thursday-Closed
Friday-Closed
I couldn’t get to school. I could only wait, wonder and worry. Despite the futility in that process, I still did it. Updates from my principal who was very suppotive and thoughful. I learned about something called the Extraction Team! There was a team from a company known for restoration work called Paul Davis who were at the school throughout the week that was. They took some 4000 gallons of water out of the school. Around 400 in the library. Two science classes were damaged and their classes had to move into portables.
In the library a whole section of books was wiped out. Ironically, the 500s, which are Natural Sciences. Of the 280 books in the section about 50 survived. There are several still checked out, so that saved them.
Wall replacement.
POP goes the weasel, again.
There’s no rain gear for this sort of thing. As a cyclist, I’m accustomed to lots of weather systems and situations. How many times have I been waiting for a traffic light to change and noted that the rain was coming in sideways or that the wind was blowing hard enough to knock me down. I get it weather. I’m in and of all the weather. I’m never trying to outsmart it, I’m trying to stay out of its way and do my thing. I try to dress for the weather and I do conisder alternatives if I could be in danger. What about if you can’t protect against Mother Nature? There’s no Showers Pass rain gear for this sort of thing. Only insurance. Like this situation at school is really impressive. The damage to classrooms, collections and the building is something I’ve been fortunate in my career to avoid.
The water came in above.Everything moved out of the way.More damage.Our studio equipemtn.My office area. There were cabinets there.Cabinets removed in the studio space.Books in bags. Only 50 were unscathed.
Until now.
These are all brand new. Or were.
People have said “that’s why you have insurance” so much that I hear it as a mantra. But the fact is I will believe it when I see it. Will that section of books come back better than it was? I don’t know. Lately all I’ve heard are insurance horror stories, so I’m dubious.
POP!
Books are sponges.
What happened after all that? Monday came and we all went back to school. No one has much experience with this and educators are planners. We don’t do well with not knowing what’s next. Plus, the library is still absorbing (pun intended) the impact of the pipe break. I’m going through each book one by one to determine what, if anything can be salvaged. I’m throwing away more that you can imagine. A little part of my soul pouts in the corner over the losses. There were two other big areas that were impacted. The studio space where we do the news and the head end room/storage area which also was hit hard.
More and more.
The incessant sound of the fans and dehumidifiers are annoying but necessary to extracting the water from the area and the air.
It has been a January for the books. Funny, not funny. POP!
Yes, it could have been worse.
Yes, it will be okay.
Yes, no one was hurt, just stuff which can be replaced.
In library school we have whole classes devoted to “collection development” because it’s rare to be able to have everything up-to-date and in perfect condition so you develop and grow areas over time. I lose a section and that also means lost time and content.
Still. Like that moment when the weasel POPS up out of the box you’re surprised and it scares you a little. I’m drawn in and ready to start building another colleciton, post flood.
I can say, I survived!
There’s a series of books called I Survived by Lauren Tarshis and each explores a time in history and characters that survived a certain event, like the sinking of the Titanic or Hurricane Katrina. The first book someone brought in to me was unscathed and found in the hallway was the one I’m holding. I took that as a sign, that we will survive this setback.
I was hoping my first post of 2024 would be a recap or goals or plans for biking this year or the best gear of the year or I don’t know anything else but a flood. POP!
I’m grateful. This will be in the rear view soon enough. It did provide enough content for a blog post and it will be okay.
Thanks for reading and checking out the photos. I’ll post an update a few months down the road when hopefully insurance has come through and I can share pretty pictures of spring in the libary.
No people and no bikes were harmed. I am hoping to settle into a routine soon. That would be a lovely surprise.
One more thing. Did you know that often the song Pop Goes The Weasel the puppet BOINGS on the word, “POP” so there’s some predicability.
Get out there and ride. I’m going to try that today to lift my mood.
Bike Goddess 