Another pretty darn good weekend
I rode both days and had a good time doing so.
Saturday I headed out by myself with no immediate goal in mind. At first I had one route, but changed my mind and turned right rather than left.
At this point I passed a cyclist going in the opposite direction. I’ve passed this guy several times before. He is usually wearing a sleeveless red jersy and he has a mustache. He is probably in my age bracket. One of these days I’ll find out who is is and if he is interested in riding with a slowpoke like me.
I decided to head over to a parkway through an industrial subdivision. It has a long shallow climb. I wanted to work on maintaining my spin uphill.
I did pretty well with that until I was run off of the road. I was being passed, too closely, by a big, dually truck. Fortunately, I peeked back to find he was pulling farm machinery on a very wide trailer. It may have taken me out; I don’t know. I went into the gravel but didn’t go down.
After a second of shock, the adrenaline surge hit and I tried to catch him. I was going to give him a piece of my mind. I kept him in sight all the way to the highway turn-off, but couldn’t make up the gap. However, my cadence did really well on the rest of that climb.
After the adrenaline rush was over, I decided to head home.
Sunday Megan and I planned to ride. She came over about 10:30 and we sat and debated about whether it was going to rain. After not deciding, we elected to take a circular route where we could cut back to my house if necessary. We had a good fun ride with some decent hills and discussed getting in shape for a century. We ended by checking out the new section of bike path which opened Friday. As we headed toward home, I found that I had never hit the start button on my Garmin. Dummy.
It never rained.
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