I bounced back nearly as quickly, peeling off a solid 18 miles before the road ran out at driveway's edge. All in all, not a bad first showing here in late spring.
I suppose I was halfway through the ride when three or four hulking RV's went rumbling by, heading for the coast and bluer waters. A couple towed boats and were carrying bikes, kayaks and maybe a surfboard or two. There were the usual jerry-rigged nylon ropes, but I was happy to witness an RV bike rack in use.
If that land flotilla didn't signal the near arrival of summer I don't know what will. At the very least it was a reminder that the days are longer, the bikes are out, and the mass transit of our favorite outdoor conveyances is picking up.
