There's a picnic at the home of some members of my ecclesia, Bro. Darien and Sis. Audrey Small. They live a little over 15 miles away, and I'm planning to ride my bike there.

If you never hear from me again, you'll know why. ;-)

Thirty-three point eight miles, and 132 minutes (of riding time) later, I'm still alive. A little bit sore and quite tired, but definitely alive. Sadly, the only other riders I saw the whole time were coming towards me, so there was nothing to get me fired up. (Maybe that's a good thing, as 33 miles is pushing my limits a little anyway, right now.)