He said, "Shall we ride our bikes to the farmers market this morning?"
I said, "How far is it? How can we carry our spinach and beans and broccoli home?"
As I spoke, I knew those were silly questions. He rides his bike daily and carries everything he needs in a black backpack.
He said, "We can ride to the market and then if you want to wait for me Somewhere, I'll pop over to the hardware store and pick up that screwdriver I need to mend your spinning wheel. And then we'll ride home."
The thought of 'Somewhere' intrigued me.
I asked, "Where is Somewhere?"
He replied, "Oh, Somewhere where there is coffee."
He has been encouraging me to ride my bike more. He knows that once I'm out on the bike, on the street, I love it, I feel strong and free. The tricky part is getting me on to the bike. That's where the encouraging part comes in.
He calls it encouragement. I call it bribery. It works.
I said, "OK. How far will we have to ride?"
He didn't say.
We rode to the market, and I felt strong and free, so we rode to the hardware store, where I waited outside and guarded the bikes. Then we decided to ride to the closer coffee place because I wasn't feeling so strong and free. I was hungry and thirsty.
Down the hill on Barry Street. Along Mission Oaks, which parallels the freeway and is actually lined with large, graceful eucalyptus trees, not oaks. Across Santa Rosa and into the parking lot.
He happily paid his bribe.
Round trip: 11.667 Miles