|Riding thoughts for a Monday|
In between spaces, between a freeway and a residential zone, a narrow green area and a path to ride along. Snaking between the greenery, duck under those branches, dodge to the right around those, to the left around the next ones. This path, except after work, or before, with lights, and cooler weather. Quail that scurry across. Surprising a coyote. Chills. Take a turn a little to sharp, scatter gravel, catch it, correct, ride on. The gulch I seldom get through cleanly, indicating the need for more practice time.
|This is within the city. I am within the city, with my bike. Potential for a match-up, there.|
|What lies beneath, revealed|
|Urban riding, Phoenix style|