The sun is on my back, the road stretches out ahead, the only sound is the whir of the chain and the hum of the tires on this smooth patch of downhill pavement a few miles north of the seaside village of Klaloch in the Olympic National Forest.
A fully loaded touring bicycle can be a handful. Add the weight of the gear and rider and you’re looking at nearly 300 pounds. On a long uphill grind it’s a killer, but sometimes when the conditions are just right—like they are now—all that mass works to your advantage. It’s pure smooth rolling hell.
It’s the sixth day of a ten-day training ride I’m doing with my pal, T-Bone. It’s more than a lark; it’s preparation for my bicycle ride around the world next year and I have to be in top shape. I’m not talking about just physical. I have to get my head in the right place too.
I know there will be bad days; rain, heat, hills, bugs and bad food.
But there will be moments like this, too, when God is in his heaven and all is right with the world.