The Mighty Hercules

I like old things.  I live in a very old house, I love my old jeep.  I surround myself with antiques, I prefer watching old movies, and my favorite books are classics-  I love the company of old people.  I like things that aren't perfect, that have some age on them- I like patina.

I love my old bike.  It's a vintage Hercules, made in England in the '60's.  It's teal blue, with a wicker basket.  It has 3 speeds.  It has a comfy seat with big old squeaky springs under it to withstand bumps. Big Al found it at the dump for me one happy Saturday, many years ago.

Needless to say, I'm not a serious bike rider.  I mostly ride when I go on vacation at the beach, where it's nice and flat pretty much everywhere you go.  I can go years without riding, and then when I do, I can ride for miles and miles.

So, last week, on Labor Day, I suggested that we go for a bike ride- probably my first in 5 years.  We borrowed one of those little kid bike carts and drove to the Cape to ride along the Canal.  It was a perfect day, and a perfect ride.  It's about 7 1/2 miles each way- with the beach waiting on one end, and fried seafood and ice cream waiting  on the other. Like I said, perfect!