It was unbelievably warm yesterday, all day. I’d planned on playing hooky from work but that didn’t work out.
“Oh, yeah, I want to be my own boss so I can set my own schedule! Woohoo!”
“Knock, knock. This is f****n’ reality. You do get to set your own schedule, and as long as you’re setting it to include more time at work, we’re good.”
I chose to wear a Sugoi Zapata jacket… because I’m an idiot sometimes. I like the idea that, other than having to wear a jacket, it’s entirely covered with reflective dots… it’s about as close as you can get to a fully reflective as you can get without giving up an arm, leg or both. I love that jacket… when it’s not 70 degrees outside at the start of the ride.
The problem here is that I didn’t trust the weather report that said the temp would remain stable and only drop to 63 by the time we’d finished. Oops.
I donned that jacket and knew I was screwed within two miles when I started heating up. In reaction I unzipped it, and the jacket became a wonderful, reflective parachute.
One thing that is not conducive to cycling fast is wearing a parachute. Just in case you hadn’t figured this out yet.
Unfortunately, our causal night ride did not remain a casual night ride. And I was wearing a parachute. Oh, and if that wasn’t good enough, and it is, I decided that I wanted to make sure I didn’t get dropped when the pace ramped up so I spent way too much time at the front in the last ten miles. Because sometimes I’m either not too smart or I have a little too much confidence in my abilities as a cyclist.
Long story short, remember that Snickers commercial where the dude playing football turns into Betty White?
Call me Betty. Not really.
I had nothing left for the sprint by the time it was over. I held on the best I could but I finished at the tail end of the first group.
Thankfully, I have very cool, graceful friends and it was handshakes and high-fives in the parking lot.
Either way, it was a blast of a ride and we couldn’t have asked for better conditions. Normally we have to factor in frost bite on the final ride of the season.