I rode another training ride yesterday afternoon. It was a bit easier than the first, mostly because I was more liable to apply the brakes on steep downhills than to let my legs do the work. The real ride is next Sunday.

Memorial Day is tomorrow, and today will involve some meal planning and cooking, a little bit of work, and with luck a lot of relaxing. I sometimes forget about the significance of Memorial day, doing the easy operation of slicing off the “holi-” from “day.” Yesterday’s ride took us past a veteran’s cemetery, and I started crying as I rode by the seemingly endless field of grave markers, each marked with a flag. So many have died, will die.