However, I am so grateful for all that I get to experience. The high today was a cloudy 43 and deep inside the desire to ride wrestled with the funkiness. 11:00, 12:00, 1:00, 2:00 but I couldn't get up and go. 3:00 came with the thought that it is so late (getting dark by 4:30) that I shouldn't even bother. Yet, by 3:10 I put the dogs up, geared up in leather chaps, the heavy leather riding jacket, Gerbings glove but nothing connected. I topped off the Connie and stayed on back roads south of the south suburbs of Chicago. At one point, I purposely rode awhile on gravel. The Connie doesn't track very well in gravel and feels cumbersome. Yet, riding on gravel is something to challenge my sense of comfort with.
I got home around 4:45, a little chilled on the outside. But my soul was fed by the road and the landscape. It was a good ride.