Sojourn Chronicles

by D. Brent Miller

The weekend was cool in the Cincinnati area. Of course, the weekend kind of starts on Friday, and so three days are included.

Friday, I needed to throw a leg over the bike and go for a ride. Not a long ride, but just enough to feel the wind in my face, to see the blue sky above and colorful trees passing by, and a surprise or two.

So, I rode up towards Waynesville, OH, and turned south on Waynesville Road, crossed the Little Miami River, and wandered back towards home along the river as much as possible.

It’s a twisty rural road, and wonderful to ride unless you happen to come around a curve facing an oncoming huge dump truck straddling the double-yellow line. If that should happen to you, you might want to quickly swerve towards the white line on the side of the road. Yes, I did.

Saturday, family activities took over so no riding.

Sunday. Let me just say that at about 40 degrees, and dressed like an Eskimo, it was lonely at the UDF. I was the only one to show up for the Sunday Morning Breakfast Ride. The only one. So … I rode home for breakfast, which consisted of cold pizza–not a bad choice.

Later, when the temps had risen considerably, I took a longer ride just to get a few miles in. It was a wonderful warm, sunny, colorful ride.–DBrent