I had the afternoon off today. So leaving work, I stopped by Sorelle Cafe near Boston's South Station to relax for a bit with an iced coffee, muffin, and the latest copy of Cyclist magazine.
If there's one thing that's almost as good as cycling, it's sitting in a pleasant coffee shop reading about cycling.
Looking through pictures from the cobbled-classic races like Paris-Roubaix and the Tour of Flanders, I felt the urge to ride a different terrain myself. So arriving home a short while later, I hopped on my bike and rode out to the Neponset River Trail.
I passed by the Granite Avenue drawbridge -- a tiny masterpiece from an earlier industrial age...
...and then onto a section of the trail that has been left unpaved.
It's not exactly cobblestones, but zipping over the dirt and gravel I could at least get the sense of flying over a less-than-ideal surface. Because that's what it feels like: flying. Keeping a light grip on the handlebars, it's as if the bike finds just the right way through the nooks and crannies of the dirt path.