With my injury mostly sidelining me, I’ve had to rediscover simple pleasures and solo activities. I admit to a few “cheater” rides. But, hey, a guy has to get out!
With that in mind, it’s become even more clear that my bicycle is more of a social vehicle than I had originally imagined. When I can only take a few minutes and miles, it limits my range and makes me even more of a local tourist.
I live in a neighborhood in Old East Dallas, Little Forest Hills, that was mostly built in the late 1930s. We are fortunate to have several local businesses and periodic events that help with the character of the place. So I’ve taken to cruise on the single speed to some these places. This week was the periodic Good Local Market.
Held each Saturday from March to December, it now occupies the parking lot shared by the Methodist and Catholic Churches at the end of the long block down from my house. A collection of tented vendors make up two aisles for shoppers. Salsa, custom clothing, food items, eggs, meat. You get the idea.
Today’s “cheater” ride took me to the Poor Vida Hot Sauce booth. Colin explained his various flavors and recipes. Perfect fit for son Drew who lots anything spicy. And is a BBQ rub guy.
Sold.
Paid Colin, stuffed the bottle in my jersey pocket and was off to ship it off to Drew.
That’s where my bicycle took me today.
Relentless
