Red Trike

Two of us rode a new (to us) section of a familiar trail, ending up in a little town called Phoenixville, where we stopped at a coffee shop and had a sweetheart shake:

It was a coffee shake — not too sweet, and definitely for adults.  Just the thing on a very hot day.

There was no place to lock our bikes, so we bracketed a street sign.  No road bikes here; that’s a mountain bike, and my little folder.

The coffee shop is called “Steel City“.  It’s kind of a gritty place, with great employees and equally great coffee.  Upstairs features comfy couches, and arched glass doors

Arianna made it half way without a problem, but on the return, the pedal that had been recently fixed jammed again and again.  It’s a different problem (maybe a damaged bearing?), but it will have to be addressed.  The ride back was not a lot of fun.

Some difficulties are to be expected, as Arianna hasn’t been ridden in decades.  I’ll say this for her, though — she does glide along, and she’s a lot of fun to ride.  (When the pedals work!)

Arianna:  very humid, 13.08  miles