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PSI;CH'O was a killer time!
First, let me apologize. It seems every year that I get some minor
point not
quite right, like the meeting point (2006) and this year the ride was
described as being around Sinclair (rather than Dyes) Inlet. I seem
to be
geographically challenged, but my ride leader checklist always begins
with
me shaking my head at myself, and that was true again this year. Leo
just
laughs, and that is always a good thing to hear. Emma (co chair
again) made
it, just in time, and they led us off.
The third, fourth or perhaps fifth annual West Sound Cycling Club
Halloween
Ride was great. We officially started it at noon13 from the Silverdale
Albertsons and did several donuts in the parking lot while restroom
and
other errands were completed (Bill needed his coffee). A host of
costumes
got underway toward Tracyton and Bill (I am their leader, which way
did they
go?) soon followed. I believe that there were about fifteen of us
including
Doug, the Austads, Sarah, Connie, Alan (and his family) who also
invited a
friend Carol. Paul Dutky and Linda Brown let me ride with them a lot
of the
time. Thanks. .
No one seemed to be in much of a hurry. It was the kind of a ride
where
everyone just wanted to extend and revel in the atmosphere that
defines
Fall. Courteous drivers, people raking leaves, and gardening. We all
witnessed the water, the joggers, and fishermen actually playing a
salmon as
we rode along towards Lions Park. A smiling Bob Newbill enviously
waved
encouragement and shared a few moments with us as we either glided or
toiled
uphill. He'd been unable to go play on bikes Sunday because of a
family
lutefisk eating contest or something, but he still wanted to join the
festivities.
A defining moment for a couple of us was a turn we made side by side
off of
Kitsap Way. The leaves were thick and crisp, they crackled and
shoosed under
our wheels. The Paul said he loved that sound, recalling rollerblading
through them another time, another place. It is the kind of sound that
creates and brings back brilliant memories. Ahhh. The blues were
sharp and
giddying as was the color pallet of Kitsap during a key season. This
was the
world through a polarized filter of fun; for me it was just plain
vivid.
Leo and others led. Jillie took pictures. I ran into an old friend,
Guy
Scrivner, (his wife is a member that we have not seen in a long,
long, long,
time). Someone mentioned that we had gone past three cemeteries so we
met
that Halloween Ride criteria.. We went places that many of us had
never
ridden before. We ended at 2:30-2:45 or so, and then repaired to the
Silver
City restaurant for electrolyte replacement. That was another check
on the
HR checklist.
I think that it was an afternoon of friends. And well spent. Checklist
complete!
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