Last November I rode, outside, just seven times the entire month.
This November I more than doubled that, sixteen times, and to quote Chevy Chase in Caddyshack, “I feel like a Hundred Dollars”. Last November, 396 miles. This year, 517 and counting. Not only that, all of the outdoor miles have made the trainer miles a little more bearable – Dilly, Dilly! By contrast, in August I rode 29 of 31 days outdoors, 36 separate rides, and more than 1,000 miles.
We rolled out from Diane’s place Tuesday night, so Chuck, my wife and I rolled out from my place fifteen minutes before the 6pm start at a leisurely pace. Our road was smooth sailing. They’d just graded my buddy, Mike’s. While it was passable, I’d definitely ridden worse, the dirt was loose enough the bike was squirrelly under me.
“Disconcerting” is an awesome word for that feeling, but I’m starting to become comfortable with the uneasiness of it all… I don’t have much choice as hitting a graded road is fairly common this time of year.
We rode as a group but I was off the front for much of the first seven or eight miles. Once I get going I have a funny tendency of getting into a zone where I just motor. It’s not a bad thing, but it’s not good either.
When we finally hit tailwind I sat up a little bit and rode like a friend instead of Rudolph.
Funny thing about riding at night, you can be going 20 miles an hour, it’ll feel like you’re going 35.
I can remember several times, thinking to myself, “I can’t believe how awesome this is I love riding my bike! Oh my God I hope Heaven going to be this much fun!!!” at least a dozen times. I know it’s ridiculous, but it’s the truth – I have that much fun riding.
There is a phrase that always made me smile, “Jesus Christ on a pogo stick!” Could you imagine the smile on Jesus’s face if he really could have had a pogo stick?
That’s how I feel riding with my friends – and those gravel bikes extended my season, that joy of seeing life through the eyes of a kid, by at least two months. Even if it’s only a few hours a week, it’s all good.
What a blast they are! And for that I am grateful.