Bicycle Ride...more thoughts of being 8 yrs old

Just got back from a 30 mile bicycle ride in the summer heat..both cathartic and transformative.....the sights and smells of Sonoma County: Ripe blackberry, clover grass, wild anise and the cow manure...the manure being a smell that somehow felt comforting, strange I know, but what was stranger was the lady in Sebastopol walking her llama alone the trail...as I rode along I felt like I was 8 yrs old and it was the endless summer vacation....suddenly I could hear the playing cards in my spokes...fwap fwap fwap...and I was sure that when I got home I could turn on the radio and hear Vin Scully's golden voice announcing the Dodger line-up in the brand new Chavez Ravine stadium....Sandy Koufax would be pitching....Johnny Roseboro behind home plate....as a kid I knew nothing of prejudice. Sandy Koufax was jewish and Johnny Roseboro was black...all that mattered to me was that they were the greatest