There are certain things I have experienced in my short 25 years getting rad that I can look at, and say “that was the best”. For instance, (no offence to anyone… mom) the best cheesecake I have ever had is Coleen Caulket’s cheesecake. It is perfect, even with one bite, it has the ability to only allow you to think solely about the perfect flavors, I don’t know what she does different, but it is perfect. You can taste the love in it. The reason I bring this up is, I went on the best road ride I have yet been on last Tuesday.
This place is beautiful, and I know that, but I was still taken aback at what the road right out the front door of the farmhouse had in store for me. The bike had absolutely nothing to do with this joy other than just existing as a bike. Really any functioning road bike could have still brought the same joy.
I had finished an adequate amount of work for the day, all the riders seemed to be facebooking away happily, I decided to head out for a selfish ride. The weather here was pleasant, around 75 or so degrees, sunny some clouds, and no wind. I turned my I-pod on, and kicked off.
It was a 27 mile loop, I was probably passed by 30 cars, and there was either no reaction by the drivers or gestures of encouragement and excitement, people out in front of their houses would cheer you on. It didn’t matter who you were, they were even thrilled about the idea of a 6’6” man on a tiny bicycle.
The ride was basically a climb up to the top of a ski resort, along a ridge, down in to Freiburg, and a smooth spin home.
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