When the time is right….

The weather is Chicago has been great for a few days. Hot & Humid. I love it this way.

Its allowed me to stop walking on the track along the basketball court..with all its players running and jumping and having a great time.

I enjoyed basketball and played it up until Nov 1990. I miss it and shoot hoops occasionally.

Walking the track seems to be over on a regular basis as its time to enjoy the outdoors.

For over a week now I’ve been riding my bike. It’s a special bike.

Big round tires with chunks of rubber to make them dirt tires. I don’t do dirt with them but a lot of street cracks and high curbs. The purple haze beauty over its big tubular frame is my bike.

Today Sunday I started off with a ride to Panera. Had my couple hours of conversation with the nicest people. We all seemed to enjoy each others presence. Then returned home.

I was hoping for a long trip around the hood but Mr. Sandman decided to make me take a rest. 2 hrs later, I jumped off the couch.

How about a walk? “As soon as the movie is over.” “Ivanhoe” was a nifty movie but I wanted to go while the sun shined.

Would you mind if I go for a bike ride? No please go.

I grabbed the bike and noticed the seat was rain soaked and so was ground and cement sidewalks in the yard.

I didn’t care and jumped on the wet seat and took off. Up NW highway to downtown Park Ridge (the path is starting to be repetitive, but interesting).
Down many side streets to a divided 4 lane Devon ave.

Of course, gramps Elliott had his blue shirt wrapped around the handle bars and not on his back.

The sun let me know it was shining with pelts of warmth on my body. Flashing first on my shining dome (my bald spot..that covers my head from ear to ear) then the shoulders.

The pedaling was little more than moving my legs. The breeze striking me with warmth and its cooling effects.

Today is Sunday. I did not and usually don’t go to church.

Here I am on a bike, 63 yrs old…one wife, 4 children, 3 grandchildren…after experiencing 1 major heart attack, 3 bouts of pneumonia, Divorticulitis, Barretts disease, Been Shot once, been stabbed twice…punched and kicked who knows how many times…20 car accidents…. marched along side King because of my job AND..

AND I am riding my bike….So what did I do…I said “Thank YOU”.

It was another Special Day in my adventure of life