Well OK, maybe a tad more Lone Rider than Lone Ranger and I can’t pop a wheelie on my (Silver) mountain bike like that. (Or would that be termed a Leggie for horses)? But the sky was blue, pretty much cloud free and a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do in weather like this. (Especially in the name of dropping a few pounds). Who wants to pump iron in a stuffy gym on a day like today, when there’s fresh air, sunshine and free exercise (in the saddle) up for grabs?
Maybe there was no rounding up of Bad Guys involved; but when you get into your stride and let your mind wander where it will, you can still put the world to rights in your head. It’s surprising what problem solving gets done when ya let a gentle breeze blow the cobwebs out ya lug-holes.
I mosey’d on outta town on the upper highways’n’by-ways of Männedorf, heading towards Uelikon and Stäfa. Swung out past Hombrechtikon, Grüningen, Gossau and circled out to the Greifensee. The latter was actually the most picturesque part of the journey. Bikini-clad chicks in roller blades, cyclists, strollers and in-line skaters galore. Kids playing badminton on a volley ball court, families at the Freibad, tents set up for some kind of event. People enjoying BBQs, ice-cold beers, frisbees and footballs everywhere.
Thought I saw Gorillas in the Mist at one point. Tho’ it turned out to be smoke from an excess of BBQs in a particularly limited area. Plus a rather large gentleman with excessive body hair and ass cleavage over the back of his Speedos (guess he was German) as he sat on a cooler. Just the right height for me to park my push-iron and stop for a sup from my water bottle I thought. But I resisted the urge and smiled to myself as I soldiered on.
Greifensee’s great for biking and blading as it’s surrounded by wide, smooth paths. Tho’ I did hit the Wanderwegs occasionally; as the increased number of trees and proximity to the lake afforded a more appealing vista and a certain amount of shelter from the sun. (I know we’re about 93 million miles away from the sun. But it’s on days like today that I appreciate it’s surface weighs in at 13.6 million Kelvin. Damn, it was bakin’ out there).
Only stopped off once to fill up my trusty Canteen. But only ‘cos of the Kein Trinkwasser signs on most off the troughs/fountains I passed. (Ahhhh, pants)! Must’ve passed 3 different wedding parties today. All as they were leaving various churches. Nice apero, with chilled wine and Champagne on ice, awaiting the guests. Man, was I bummed I hadn’t been invited. (What is it they say about Mad Dogs and Englishmen)?
Quickie circuit around the lake and back past Möncheltorf; headed on what I thought was the home stretch. Doesn’t matter how many times I head on over that way (whole area is picturesque); I always forget that most of it is up-hill on the way back. No water left and my Silver steed threatening to throw a shoe at any point. (Certainly felt wobbly there for a while). Also didn’t help that I had no map, no sense of direction and no GPS. (My iPhone had also run out of juice).
Don’t tell the missus I got lost. I simply took the scenic route home. Headed towards Egg (for some unknown reason); then through God only knows which wooded area. (Which was at least a little shady). In the end I headed vaguely towards Küsnacht, then Herrliberg, then Meilen; since, at least then, I knew I was headed somewhere familiar. I’d completed 68 km by the time I arrived back at the ranch.
I was drenched in sweat, but at least felt like I’d had a good (and picturesque) work out. Yay, me! Tho’ on observing my face in the mirror, it looked like I’d been skiing rather than riding. After taking my bandana and Raybans off and seeing the trademark white strip around the eyes of an otherwise red face. The obvious question on anyone passing by me this evening will be: “who was that masked man”? ;o)
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll amble down the hill and fall into the lake. Refresh my aching bod and see if I can at least waggle my arms’n’legs to keep myself afloat. It’s a hard life; but someone’s gotta live it.