You know I love my truck.
But you know what I love even more?
My pink and white bike.
I love the freedom of a bicycle.
As soon as the mercury hits 60 degrees I ride it everywhere. Grocery store, library, farmers market, post office and of course sometimes I ride just to ride...
Today's jaunt was to the Post Office. Living in a metropolitan area I have three post offices to choose from but this one is my favorite.
It's like a quick visit to Mayberry. The postal workers -all two of them know me (and everyone else) by name. When I mail your books and merchandise I do so from here.
(As a matter-of-fact, Miss Shirley from the Ozarks, I mailed your three 'Hillbilly Debutante' t-shirts this morning and you should receive them on Saturday.)
I rode up the ramp to the door, parked at the bench (yes, there is a bench on the porch! So country, huh?) and went in to tend to business.
Afterward I stood at the top of the ramp looking down and I couldn't help but smile at the thought that in my younger days (last year) I would have sped as fast as lightning to the bottom and then turned around and done it again. And again.
I safely walked the bike down the ramp, then hopped on and rode away.
But I won't lie. For one teensy-eensy split second I thought about going back and just for old times sake pedaling back down as fast as I could.
What would you like to go back in time and do if you knew you wouldn't break any bones? Or what would you like to try that you've never tried before?