Nadia and I inherited a number of old bikes when we first went to Japan. Where they came from is still a matter of conjecture, though the old teachers intimated that they may have been 'found' locally. It's quite likely that they had just been dumped, for they were in poor repair. Nevertheless, with the help of our biking enthusiast and boss Stephanie, we got a couple of them sufficiently up to scratch to risk the roads and pathways of Sanda and adjacent villages.
We had a couple of favourite rides - especially one out to Dojo, one stop downline from Sanda. Another was along the paths lining the Muko river through the old rice paddies. They were dead flat and while the river was of the usual concretised variety, the cherry trees on the perimeter made it a joy in early spring. You can see Nadia in the shot digging into inari on one such ride in late spring. The days were already heating up and the chances to ride in the middle of the day were growing fewer.
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