Sweet Homebound Tailwind

Bass Hall, Fort Worth, Texas
The hospital dischage paperwork indicated "no restrictions." I queried the staff to confirm it meant what it said. Reading between the lines, I concluded that I'd wait to get back on the bike until I was done with blood thinning injections (Lovenox). That last injection came last night. Somehow, for unknown reasons, I woke up early this morning and the road bike beckoned to me. Conveniently, I noticed that if I took the first TRE train it wouldn't be too much of a stretch and I'd probably be back before anybody at home noticed that a bike scofflaw had flown the coop. I rolled south, into a moderate headwind. I have to say I don't mind a headwind when leaving home. Usually, it means a tailwind on the way home, which is a really nice way to wrap up a ride.

Before you knew it, I was in Fort Worth. One of my favorite sights when getting to Fort Worth is the sight of the angels blowing their trumpets at the Bass Concert Hall. They truly are inspirational.

Speaking of which, Chandra ought to find the bit of modern medical technology below interesting. They have HIGH VIS bandages! First tennis balls, then jerseys, and now bandages. Where will all this stop? High vis underwear? For now, let's just say it is a good thing this high vis bandage was on my finger rather than someplace private.

One More Place for HIGH VIS!

Cyclist-Friendly Medicine in Action

After the preliminaries, I noticed a pretty cool sign for the older set of men. Seemed like a good motto to me!

Old Guys Rule - Well, Maybe Part of the Day Tomorrow

Speaking of which, some of you may know of the name, Sundance Square and some more may know that it's more or less named after Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, but non-locals may be unaware that it isn't really a square at all in the sense I've been used to such things. It is rather a series of parking lots, such as that shown below.

Leaving, I took advantage of a way bikes are different to avoid a detour due to street construction, and got a nice view of the Tarrant County Courthouse. It's a beautiful building and, from this view, you miss some of the later additions that are more aesthetically challenged. Thankfully, I'm not alone in this view and some of the horrid stuff is getting undone.

Conveniently enough, the photo below illustrates my philosophy of road riding. 'Nuff sed.

Speed With Safety - A GOOD Way to Ride

True to promise, I got that sweet tailwind on the homebound leg. What's more, they had flags flying at the Bedford Civil War Memorial, including one you don't see fly much, though in some ways it is the most celebrated of Confederate Flags. Namely, the Bonnie Blue Flag. I can't recall ever seeing it fly before. Remember that I'm a Westerner (I will NOT accept the notion I'm a Yankee) and a lot of this Civil War stuff is not personal the way it is to Southerners.

Hurrah! Hurrah!

For Southern Rights, Hurrah!

Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag

That bears a Single Star!