It’s a rare day that we know that we are up on the last great day of a season. Rarer still, that the day lands on a weekend. That the last perfect day of the cycling season arrived on a Sunday is like winning the lotto – a second time. That’s exactly what happened this year.
We rolled shortly after the sun came up, we had a decent breeze from the south. We had a small group to start, just Mike, Matt, Mrs. Bgddy and me. We picked up Phill and Brad along the way and met Greg, and Dave and Sherry on their tandem, shortly thereafter.
I ended up pocketing the arm warmers and rolled the rest of the ride in comfort, only wearing a short-sleeve jersey and bibs. This late in October, that’s exceptionally rare…. Perfect.
It was a perfect way to spend a perfect morning with friends. Just short of 56 miles on the day. The pace was perfect as well, about 18.6 – not too shabby for a windy day.