They tell you that the Monster Cookie Bicycle Ride is not a race. That’s true, unless you’re a cyclist who also happens to be a church musician. Let’s just say that the songs might have been “extra peppy” this morning so that I could just squeak in before the deadline to start riding.
It felt good to join the 2,000 other riders, especially when I finally caught up to them. We’re all a bit eager to welcome the spring, the sun, and the exquisite riding that the Willamette Valley offers. The wind coming up from the southwest made us feel like champions all the way to Champoeg, and like rag dolls all the way back to the Capitol. Didn’t matter, it still was a perfect day for riding. Thanks to the Salem Bicycle Club, and the many volunteers, for making this ride happen.
And, did I mention the cookies at the end of the ride? Oatmeal Raisin for me!