A good day for 45 miles – which I’m trying to make my “usual distance” after last year’s 50 Kilometer focus – & I had almost no car problems; a young squirrel played the You Can’t Touch This game under my wheels & paid the non-ultimate price for it. Second time that has happened. As far as games go this one puzzles me – there’s nothing in the end but bragging rights. (Said the Fixie cyclist). Weather started in the low 50s & climbed up to 68°.
Along the middle of the current Greenway between the closed bridge & the recently re-opened bridge I rode past Gene, with whom I rode for 4 years in a row once. We were both old guys young to cycling & liked trading the difficult stories about distant hills & narrow twisting country roads. He was rehabbing from heart troubles & the bike did him worlds of good. He’s walking now – the years took his knees & stability & cycling is now more a danger than a benefit to him. He was a dedicated thoughtful cyclist.
Once I thought I’d simply spend more time hitting the bag if I stopped cycling, but lately that has caused some wrist pain. I know those who embrace swimming, but let’s face it – pools are filthy & lakes worse. Jogging my feet will reject out of hand. I don’t have a Target Rich future here.
Volvere is what will pop out initially from the word Revolution & I guess there are Latinists who will argue that the word means Recurring Change or Eternal Spinning, but (always a But with me) Volere (to Want to Desire to Yearn For) is equally undeniably imbedded in the word & the translation is even better: To Want Again. Yes my wheels display Revolution, but so does my heart. 
Ecbatan 