We decided to go back to where it all began back at Honest Johns. Kelly, (new owner) and Jen took time to catch up as we were both pleased to learn that she is also getting married to her business partner/boy friend, some similarity there between us. After catching up I pushed Jen to get out the door in time to chase the setting Sun. With a clear blue sky before us we decided to head right into the wind and get the worst of it out of the way with gusts well above 35 degrees straight out of the West and into our faces.

Crossing over the Lodge on the Selden overpass we quickly turned right and made our way up to Canfield. Canfield over to 14th street was a sunset trip-slip-dip as about the time we turned left on 14th the Sun finally went to bed for the night, or as we say to our kids ‘aww-baby.’ Heading south was great fun as Jen attacked 2 different times, always seeming to catch me napping or looking around. Man that hot chick and her Felt Pro Racer fly to this very day! She laughed each time I caught up saying she was just testing the old man to see if he still had it.  We found our way to Jefferson where she stepped on the damn Felt as hard as she could. I had to put the chain on the big sprocket this time to catch her, it took awhile and when I did, I blew by as fast as I was able. Choking for my breath I thought to myself gulping in-between, “Take that Chick” and then we slipped right around the Joe and made our way to the River Walk just like we used to.

We took a moment to stop on one of the benches and watch the waves and current work in reverse direction? Throughout all of my life I have never seen the Detroit River with Rollers out of the West moving East towards Belle Isle against the current, what a sight. Back on the peddles again we headed East and past Hart Plaza just as we were about to turn in front of the police station I caught something out of my right eye across the river.

At first I thought it was a massive Firework that had been blown off and what I was witnessing was a beautiful display. A partial Golden Hemisphere was emerging up from the Canadian Farm Land, just across the river bank. It was no firework, (or then again maybe it was?), it was the birth of the Moon! Shouting to Jen to stop, we stood in awe facing the rails and watched the full moon in its entire splendor. At first it started as an ellipse that had a sagging bottom that was stuck like glue was to the earth, but soon it made its ascension above the land. Alas a massive sphere of golden perfection. La Luna and the divine feminine were now showering down upon us and the Earthly Plain. With the optical illusion of the land just underground the moon never looked quite as big and never felt quite as powerful. We stood in silence watching and feeling the show. No one else was around as we soon found ourselves wishing that more people could have enjoyed this.

Euphorically I leaned over to her and asked, “Where would you like to go now”? She replied “over to Atwater so I can see the tap room that you have been talking about”. With the wind at our back we set our Spinnaker to Sail and whipped down the river walk well above any posted speed of understanding. Dashing by the Carousel and on through the DNR Park we soon found ourselves inside of the Atwater Brewery. We entered and strode our bikes up to a nearby stack of pallets; we were the only ones there? Soon we were joined by a recently transplanted west coast couple who had been brought to Detroit by way of recruitment from nearby General Motors. He was from Uruguay and she was from Portland, Oregon. Their tale was one of College sweethearts who both took a chance and journey to our great city to work for one of our restored pillars of employment. Later on an English Fellow and his date joined in and nothing but good honest words were exchanged. Soon thereafter we found ourselves on our bikes off to face the Westerly wind once again and thought in harmony what a great date this would be for any couple.

Bike Detroit! J. & J. Meyers