Let’s take a break for a little happier news.
Yesterday was a difficult morning for me, as I dealt with the emotional residue of a difficult weekend. So I set out on my bike in an attempt to improve my mood.
And yes, it did the job.
Over the years, bicycling has become my valium, my prozac, my meditation, my church. It clears my mind, energizes me when I’m tired, lifts my mood and gives me the distance required for much needed perspective.
So by the time I got to the Marina, my burden may not have been removed, but it felt a lot lighter than before I started.
Which may be why I laughed out loud when I looked up and saw a dog standing imperiously on trailer pulled by a recumbent bike, looking for all the world like a four-footed centurion pulled by a pedal-powered chariot.
I couldn’t resist.
So I caught up with the rider, and asked if he’d allow me to take a couple photos.
He was more than welcoming, while the dog, named Trix — I hope I got that right — mostly obliged.
Of course, like an idiot, I neglected to get the name of the friendly rider, or ask where he was from. Considering the riders I spoke with yesterday ranged from Alaska to DC, that could have been just about anywhere.
So if you recognize yourself, or know the rider and his dog, let me know.
And thanks for the best laugh I’ve had in days.
It wasn’t until much later, after I got back home, that I realized I’d captured the whole thing on video.