It was barely above freezing at 10 o'clock when Sadie and I returned from our walk (Cliff doesn't walk on Sundays). I told Cliff, "I think we should just bundle up and leave at 11 o'clock, no matter what the temperature is!"
"So, that puts us on the road at meal-time," I told him.
"We'll take a picnic like we always do," he says.
"It's too cold for a picnic!"
"Well, we'll eat out someplace."
That's when I remembered we had enough spicy black beans and rice to warm up and serve the two of us; so we decided to eat lunch at home at eleven, then hit the road.
Even with my layers of clothing, it was a pretty chilly ride. I didn't try to take pictures on the move because I had my leather biker gloves on. And as cold as my fingers were with them on, I certainly didn't want to take them off! After leaving Tom, we rode toward the big city, around Lee's Summit, on through Kingsville, Greenwood and Holden, and back home. (I am naming the towns for my kids; I realize this means nothing to most of my readers.) At the beginning of our ride we saw very few fellow bikers, but as the temperatures climbed, we saw other brave souls.
Cliff and I were amazed at the mansions in which people live, throughout many of these locations. I'm talking about homes that are almost palaces. There is evidently some segment of society that isn't being hurt by the economic squeeze! Honestly, even if I won the lottery I wouldn't want a house that big.
In spite of our early lunch, as we headed toward home I realized we were going to be going through Bates City where there's a barbecue place that usually has pretty good eats. So four hours after having lunch at home, we had mid-afternoon dinner there. Typical of me, I aimed the squeeze-bottle of barbecue sauce at my sandwich and squirted it all over my thumb instead, then looked up to see if Cliff was watching. He was, and we both burst out laughing.
Are we the only ones having problems controlling our diets during the winter?
By the time we got home it was 55°, which was the high for the day.
We congratulated ourselves on how tough we are to get out and ride when it's that cold, and retreated into the house for the rest of the evening.