60 marvelously cool degrees at 7am, when we were wheels down and rolling. The wind… wait, we can’t call three mph wind! The breeze was out of the northwest at just three mph. Seriously, barely enough to notice as we headed west, then north till the tripmeter read 31 and change.
Then we turned around and headed for home, without knowing exactly how we were going to get there without hitting a gravel road. Call it an adventure. On a bike.
Our average suffered because we had to double back a few times, but yesterday wasn’t about an average, it was about the perfect joy that cycling is: Cruising down the road, cares left behind, laughing, talking with friends, and maybe three or four motorists in a seven mile stretch who were a little less than appreciative at seeing cyclists on the road….. Beaten only by the Jesus freak with “saved” messages all over their vehicle, who scream and holler that you’re going to hell for riding a bicycle. True story. Only one thing can be said in response:
“You’re number one! Have a nice day.”
61 miles, 3:17 and change. 18.5 mph average.