We bid farewell to Ron early this morning. Ron – It was great having you along. Thanks for bringing your enthusiasm. Every time I approach a hill I hear: “This is your chance to be GREAT!”
We make our way out of Portland and it doesn’t take long before we’re weaving between the checkerboard pattern of farm fields. Toward the end of the day, we reach the Banks-Vernonia bike trail, a 21 mile paved rails-to-trails path through the Oregon wilderness.
I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable with vehicles zipping by on narrow roads. We have mirrors on our sunglasses so we can see what is coming up behind us. On narrow roads with fast traffic, a lot of the time I don’t look back, not wanting to know, my fear only building in the anticipation of that semi or logging truck or RV passing too close. I hate riding this way – scared. This is why we will go out of our way, adding a few miles to our day, to ride a bike path – for the peace it provides. And to give my sympathetic nervous system a break from thinking I need a fight or flight response every time a vehicle passes too close. Between the endorphins and adrenaline, I’m surprised I can see straight on some of these roads.