Thanksgiving might just be the archtype of the perfect day for cycling the holidays. To wit:
- No work.
- Very little traffic on the roads.
- No need to get up early.
- Time for a long ride.
- A big meal in the afternoon.
- A relaxing evening with a cocktail.
- No need to go to bed too early.
This year the weather was balmy (shoe covers turned out to be too much), so I met up with a couple of Church riders and spent the morning cruising around Madison and environs. We took in the CCT, the SWCP, stopped for coffee at Michaelangelo’s, and hung out on the breakwater at Tenney Park before heading home for a hot shower.
Then we spent the afternoon eating and drinking and talking and making merry with friends, all of whom where Church riders or their families. The food was excellent, and so was the company.
And then we rode home to a quiet house, bourbon on the rocks, and jazz.
It was one version of a pretty damned perfect day.