I rode 39 miles in one day. The most I have ever done probably. I rode past fields of tall dry grass and picturesque blue mountains that stood majestic behind them. I sang songs to myself and whistled without a care. When the mood struck me I stopped in the shade and drank water. After consuming an apple I tucked it neatly away in the weeds for nature to take care of my waste. It was beautiful. It was a challenge. By the time the weekend was done I had ridden 67 miles. My goal of riding more than 80 was not reached. I felt accomplished though. I was proud. I built an Eiffel Tower out of Popsicle sticks. Because Popsicle sticks is what I had.