We were cruising about 21 mph into the mildest breeze we’ve had this year, maybe 3 mph.
It was kind of cool to start, but just warm enough to take the arm warmers off when we stopped about 19 miles in. If there ever was a perfect day for cycling, we were smack-dab at the beginning of it.
Put it thusly, the wind was so little a factor, it didn’t matter if it came at us cross. We just lined up single file and rode. That cloud on the right? That was the first, and last, of the day.
Nine showed up for our Saturday morning invite-only ride so nobody had to spend too much time up front, unless they wanted to and there was plenty of cover for the few who wanted to stay at the back.
The group held together for the full 59 miles, start to finish. 20-21 into the wind, 21-23 mph on the way home. It was a perfect day. Not too fast, not too slow, no struggling to keep up, sunny, breezy and warm but not near too warm. 59 miles in 3 hours, 5 minutes – 19.46 mph average. Perfect.
Every day on the bike is a good day, but every once in a while you get one of those perfect “unicorn” days that helps you remember how lucky you are to be a cycling enthusiast.