Aren’t bike tours a lot of hard, sweaty exercise? I found out the truth about the bike tour Papa and his friend, Dale, took from looking at the photos of their 2012 ride in Northern California. They started in Sacramento, cycled through Napa Valley, headed to Sea Ranch on the coast, then south all the way to Davenport. Almost right away, I noticed a big problem with their bike ride.
Did you notice that the sign said, “Ryde,” but they weren’t riding; they were floating across the river. I asked Papa about that. He said, “Solbit, the ‘ride’ that you mean is spelled with an ‘i,’ and this ‘Ryde’ has a ‘y’ and is the name of a town.” Ok, but someone needs to tell them both to ride the bikes. I think the sign was a sign, if you know what I mean.
You know what I think? I think that, as Papa and Dale get older, they plan bike rides that call for more transportation than pedaling. Don’t tell them that I said so, please, but, really, I don’t think they’re setting any mileage records these days.
OK, that’s it for bike tour pictures. The sun is out, Nona and Papa are taking me for a couple of hikes to a place where they have trees named after Uncle Joshua and another place with something they call a “Palm Oasis.” I can’t wait to see what that is!
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- You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
- You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”