I have been saving some quotations to add to my blog:

“Life is like riding a bicycle – to keep your balance, you must keep moving.”  Albert Einstein

“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”  Jack Kerouac

And some “stray” photos, many from others cameras and iPhones:

And lastly, a poem by my riding partner Nancy H.:

ODE TO SADDLE SORES

O Saddle Sores, O Saddle Sores why do you vex me so?

I shift my weight to compensate

But only more do grow

There’s only so much real estate on saddles made of leather.

The current focus of my universe!

You twist and turn and shift and yearn

For something that feels better.

With udder butter and assos creme I lathered up my bottom.

I shimmied into padded shorts and hoped that I had got ’em.

But five miles in, as on I spin, the sores begin to fester

O Saddle Sores, O Saddle Sores, why do you sorely pester?

So in the van I sat today and watched the bikes go by

And hoped a day of cushioned seats would heal you on the fly.

Tomorrow I will rest again and then continue biking.

I hope this respite cures these ills

O why did I stop triking!