I had hoped to do a somewhat longer ride today. But really, I ended up feeling fortunate to be able to ride at all. This morning I couldn't get the center joint of the trike unfolded from having transported it yesterday, and, to my surprise, Michelle was unable to do anything with it either. So I took it back to Jack's Bicycle in Dearborn, and Richard soon had me straightened out (though he was initially stymied, too.)
Then after I got him home, unloaded it from the car and got it all assembled, when I went to ride early this afternoon I saw that the chain was all fouled up, off the derailleur. When I came in and told Michelle of it, she asked if it was something she could help with, and I'm ashamed to admit that I replied, "I don't think so. But who knows!" And in very short order she had it sorted out, and a brief test ride I took proved that it was now fine, so I set off.
I had hoped to do four round trips to Marsh Park, or at least three. But I found two factors coming into play. (1) Although I only had a one-day layoff, it seemed much longer when I was riding, as though I hadn't been out there for days and days. (2) I almost always ride at the best time of the day (the morning—and the earlier, the better). Consequently, I found it to be hugely different to try to ride in the heat of an August afternoon.
So, in the end I settled for a single round trip (9.5 miles) in 1 hour and 5 minutes. But, as I say, I was grateful to be able to do even that.
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