On a beautiful Michigan late fall morning, I had a good ride today. However, due to a tactical error on my part, it was shorter than I had intended. Last night night was our coldest night of the season so far, dipping down into the upper twenties, and when I began my ride at 8:30, it was brightly sunny, calm, and 31°. I was tempted to try getting away with my cloth maize and blue gloves—but within a very short time, my fingers were tingling vigorously, so I decided to shorten my plans. By the end, it had warmed up to 43° and I considered driving myself onward—but by that time I had already made up my mind to do a shorter ride, and was unable to reinvigorate myself. So I did my 12.5-mile loop where I go to Marsh Park, and then, on the way home, head south on Wilson Rd. and then swing down around Saline High School.
I was also pleased to cross paths with my friend Carl Combs. When I first passed him and his wife, walking, just east of the intersection of Textile and Lohr, I came up behind them and wasn't positive it was him, even though he greeted me by name and the voice certainly sounded like his. But then, later, on my way back west from Marsh Park, I met them again, head on, and this time could see it was him.
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