On a recent, cloudless morning early enough for long shadows, I was pedaling south on Route 27 in Belgrade, when the outside bank thermo-meter at the Route 135 junction caught my eye — 68 degrees.

Before the trip ended three towns later, the temperature would hit the high 80s and humidity would reign, but the constant rushing air from a speeding bicycle would keep me safely cool as long as I hydrated plenty.

By the Belgrade Post Office, two bicyclists heading north waved, putting the morning tally of pedalers at five in five miles — one per mile. They had all waved, illustrating this friendly sport oozes camaraderie.

My polarized sunglasses made the blue sky even deeper like an autumn day, so descriptive cliché popped to mind, words like electric-blue, cerulean bowl and cobalt. When I removed the sunglasses to see the natural light, though, the sky looked like summer again.

A west breeze stirred and reminded me of a long ago column by the late John Cole. His essay celebrated west winds as the best wind, and the thought has stuck in my mind for four decades. Few pensive observers would argue his opinion about west winds, which create that pellucid light that has attracted oil painters and photographers for nearly 200 years.

Lots of bicyclists notice stuff like wind direction, sky color, temperatures and myriad other images, particularly on one of those days when nothing is more pressing than simply deciding how to make ourselves the happiest — and to hell with the rest.

If someone owns road bikes, and I do, it’s fun to pound along at high speeds and try to get — say from Belgrade Lakes village to Barnes and Noble in Augusta faster than I’ve ever done it before. Other times like that very morning, though, leisurely pedaling and daydreaming filled the day.

Bicycling continues to grow worldwide, and in Maine, it has really exploded. Most Maine bicycle shops have outstanding inventories, too, and in my general area, the amount of stuff in places like Mathieu’s in Farmingdale or the L.L.Bean bike shop in Freeport wows me.

The late Jud Strunk once sang about Bill Jones General Store in Farmington and crooned, “If we ain’t got it, you don’t need it.”

That’s how I feel about so many Maine bicycle shops, which carry an impressive inventory in a state with so many pedalers living between Kittery and Fort Kent. This state has a solid customer base for sure.

I also think that guided bicycling road trips between Maine’s multiple bed-and-breakfasts and other lodging destinations offer a lucrative tourism option for weekend or week-long pedals — or longer. Some folks already sell bicycling packages, and the Internet lists several of them. There’s room for more without even counting mountain-biking trips in Maine’s woodlands.

Here’s the beauty of bicycling tourism. The business doesn’t rely on natural boom-and-bust cycles of game-and-fish populations. Maine’s current northern deer herd and striped-bass populations jump to mind.

Can you imagine owning a sporting camp in northern Maine these days and trying to sell whitetail-hunting packages where the herd averages one to two deer per mile?

Granted, these businesses may not depend on deer for economic survival, but it surely helps pay the bills after fall anglers, leaf peepers, bird watchers and moose hunters leave and before snowmobilers arrive. The deer woes there sadden folks who remember when this area was the place to go for deer in the entire Northeast.

Stripers have declined since the 1990s, and the glory days then occurred after a prior downturn and recovery with that migratory species.

…Back to road bicycling. I notice a competitive attitude at times, and it gives me quite a kick. We may be adults, but we’re still just kids.

One perfect example occurred on a recent morning. I hadn’t noticed two bicyclists on expensive road bikes, following me. Not seeing the approaching duo was unusual for me, but I was blabbing on a cell phone — really a stupid idea while bicycling. But there you have it.

Just as I put the phone away, the two passed with strained faces, and they’re sudden appearance startled me. After they had pedaled about 20 yards ahead, I decided that was that. Like children, we quietly raced one another for about two miles before they turned onto another road.

That’s bicycling all right. We can just pedal and let our minds drift, or we can compete with ourselves or others and do it formally or informally. It really is a grand sport of seemingly infinite choices, and what better place to do it than in Maine between April and early December?

And the best part of the season is happening here and now, and the morning cool makes a perfect time to pedal in summer months. And like fishing, most anytime is a good time for the sport.

As I have said here before, bicycling provides a fun aerobic and even anaerobic exercise (on climbs), and fun is no exaggeration. I’d do it even if it were bad for me. What better endorsement can I give than that one?

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