the last time julie and i rode the minuteman bike trail together was towards the end of last summer, that time when i fell off my bike taking photos. after a shower (to clean myself of paint), i got my bike out of the basement and rode to julie's place in davis square. julie got her bike out of her basement and grabbed a jacket (55 degrees, warm, but a cold breeze), then we left on the path behind the davis square t station. the path was the emptiest we've seen together as we slowly made it to arlington, lexington, then bedford, julie on her yellow old school three speed cruiser bike that made the occasional squeaky noise ("lube!" she cried), me on my low-seat-height bianchi. almost all of the ice on the road was gone, nothing left but a few small insignificant patches in some of the shadier areas of the path. there wasn't too much wildlife, still too early in the season for that, but there were some minor signs. birds were singing in the trees, and we caught glimpses of red-wing blackbirds and a white-breasted nuthatch. there isn't too much to see in the early spring, and all the bare trees reveal glimpses of nearby residential and commercial buildings, demystifying the bike trail. julie raved about i shot andy warhol, a movie she had recently watched on the IFC. julie also talked about how she discovered that friendly's make great sundaes. she was patient enough to wait for me during my frequent stops to grab a snapshot of something interesting on the road. when we passed the spot where i took a dive the last time we came here, i felt a twinge of fearful nostalgia. once we got to bedford, to the end of the bike trail, julie tried to use a nearby portapotty but it was locked, so we went to the bike shop, where she bought a drink and used their bathroom. a check of my gps (peaking through the mesh pocket of my sports bag) revealed 12.1 miles of riding since we left somerville-cambridge.
we headed back, complaining bitterly about the pounding our asses were taking from the hard bike seats. when we got to lexington center, julie got some money from her bank and we got ice cream.
after a visit to the toystore, we continued our journey home, the partially setting sun casting long shadows. for some reason it got really cold, which was partly because of the temperature change, partly because we both had ice cream, and partly due to julie's theory that you get colder after you eat because your body is concentrating all its energies on digestion. whatever the case, it was cold, our asses were sore, and there was one more place we had to visit before we could go home. in arlington, we stopped off at the trader joe's, where julie was trying to make up her mind on whether or not she liked this chain supermarket. she left with a better opinion of the store, along with a bag of msg-free wasabi peas (msg gives her headaches), while i bought a frozen packet of biryani. approaching arlington center, we also did a quick u-turn to check out this fancy restaurant by the side of the road (it was giving off some great smells), some new mediterranean-ish restaurant of expensive tastes.
emerging from arlington center we took broadway street through teele square back to davis square. by then the sky was dusky, and i wanted to get home before dark because other than reflectors, my bike doesn't have night riding equipment. somewhere in davis square i heard somebody call my name. looking back, i saw brian flanagan, who shouted, "i'll see you tomorrow!" julie gave me back some cd's i lent her and then i quickly sped home.
my parents came over for dinner (bringing dinner i should say), then left afterwards, after insisting i rent out my spare bedroom this summer to cover part of my mortgage.