Summer of Love

I'm getting back into the biking and I'm loving it. After a month or so of riding the road bike on the turbo trainer, I'd had enough and was riding to physio. By the time Donna had given me the all clear, I'd already been out on the mountain bike but only really on the waggonways.

Mrs Doubleu and I took Jeff out on his first mountain bike ride at Glentrool and he did most of the blue route. Jeff walked perfectly to heel (for the first time ever) following Claire's rear wheel as she climbed the fire road. He could not believe how fast his "Dad" could go on the bike but did his best to keep up. Unfortunately he was so thirsty by the time we got to the stream at the halfway point, that he couldn't resist jumping straight in. After 40mins, whilst I did another lap, Jeff had rested with Mrs Doubleu and had quite a share of a cheese toastie, but he'd stiffened up and had developed a limp. It lasted a few days but thankfully wasn't anything that a short course of beef flavoured anti-inflammatories couldn't settle.

By this time it was looking increasingly unlikely that Mrs Doubleu and I would end up in Toronto, so I had to give up dreams of dusty trail riding in Ontario, and the long distance trail from Pittsburgh to Washington DC, but at least I wouldn't have to buy a bear bell.