Bikes

I’ve been riding an old Huffy cruiser that Vern and Marie-Jeanne have around – it gets me places but it’s so hilly here that its 3 speeds aren’t really that useful. The last couple of times we have gone to Carrefour I’ve eyed a mountain bike that they have displayed next to an aisle full of wine and across from the computers for sale. On Monday I had Vern drive me in the smaller car – the one with the seats that fold down in the back – and I bought it. For the last few days I have been exploring more hilly country than I had before – it’s my goal to get go all the way up to Bel Air (where the church is) without getting off and walking my bike up. It’s not very far but as I said, it is very hilly and Bel Air is the highest point in the region. On Wednesday it rained in the morning so I waited until it had cleared a bit before going out on my daily ride. I got about half the way to Bel Air before giving up and turning off onto a slightly less steep hill. About halfway up this road (though it could be barely called that, being just wide enough for someone to pass me on foot) I saw some sort of rusting metal thing off the side of the road, up a muddy track. The mud prevented me from getting too close to it so I’m still not sure what it it – something to explore further on a sunny day. As I came back to where I had left my bike, I realized that the only thing I could hear was the sound of some distant farm animals. No cars, or even tractors, could be heard or seen from my vantage point – only fields and trees and sky. I reached the top of the hill and turned left to coast back towards home, just as it began to rain.