[CR]Second Sunday of November

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From: "Aldo Ross" <aldoross4@siscom.net>
To: <classicrendezvous@bikelist.org>
Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2007 15:53:34 -0500
Subject: [CR]Second Sunday of November

Second Sunday of November Morning brings a cold, steady rain The cycling year is winding down Except for those with different ambitions

Time for a test, riding the wet trail downstream To where the interurban bridge once stood Crumbling wreckage of concrete and rotting steel Victim of the Flood of '37

The new extra-long fender performs as-advertised The frontal spray deflected forward of the bike Tracking left and right, I can aim the stream Like a squirt gun mounted on an amusement park ride

At the other end of the fender the situation is rather bleak My homemade mudflap hangs twisted and limp It's leather attachments seemed a good idea in a warm, dry workroom But soggy leather is not a sturdy structural material

Thunder in the distance, the day changes
>From dove to charcoal A flash of lightening (What the Hell am I doing out here?)

I'm riding Same as I've always done In spite of the cold In spite of the rain

Same as I've always done In spite of the disappointments In spite of the loneliness I'm riding

In spite of the loss In spite of the sadness In spite of the silenced voice I'm riding, same as I've always done

Looking out across the river, standing where my father and I once stood On a chill but sunny November day He - staring across the years to his childhood Trying to explain to me what the now-wrecked bridge had meant to him

In spite of the memories, and because of them I'm riding in the cold rain On the Second Sunday of November To where the interurban bridge once stood

Aldo Ross Middletown, Ohio