Today was the pick day of the weekend. 20% chance of rain early (turned out that 20% was 100% that I’d get sprinkled on for ten minutes) followed by 20-25 mile an hour winds out of the northwest and temps in the low 50’s (ridiculously cold for this time of year but what can you do?). I rode to the shop to meet everyone. Three of my best cycling buds were all that showed, that was it, four of us. Now the way the weather channel called it we should have made it to our destination before the wind really kicked up. In other words we we supposed to fight a baby breeze on the way out and get blown back home… That’s not how it went down.
The wind kicked up within the first five miles and the four of us had to battle it all the way out. When we got to Chesaning we were some huffing and puffing fellows. It was absolutely brutal. We had a nice cup of coffee at a little downtown diner, had a nice chat and hit the road.
Riding in rough, strong wind builds character, and legs.
Folks, character was built on this day. My normal output is between 220-300 watts. Today, for 30 miles, it was 300-425. That’ll muscle a fella up in a hurry.
The ride home was a blast, lots of conversation and taking advantage of the wind that had tossed us about for two hours. Longest ride of the year and my miles, though I haven’t been tracking, are way up from last year at this time. Last year it was June before I did anything more than the 100k Ride for Recovery.
One could complain about the wind or the two mile pulls on the way out. Still beats a day at the office by an order of magnitude.