The Title of this post was almost, “I may be a Mile Junky”, but it’s an honest program. I’m in the midst of a whirlwind of cycling miles. We barely squeaked in a cold 30 miles on Friday, getting doused on the last mile by a 40° rain (4 C). See, rain, when it’s 70° (17 C) or warmer isn’t so bad. At 40°, it’s just down-right sucky.
My friend Jonathan and I got in another 39 on Saturday after it finally dried up. Yesterday, another 57 – still a little wet, but much improved in terms of temperature. I ended the week with 238 miles of almost sheer bliss, cutting the grass, and cleaning my wife’s bike up for Mother’s Day, as she requested… It was so wet out when we left, we had dried-on worms all over our bikes. In fact, I managed to get one glued right onto my shifter cable separation plate beneath the bottom bracket and it froze me out of my big ring on the Trek. It was almost comical – especially while we were out and McMike ran over one of those worms, his tire lifting it off the road and shooting it directly onto my glasses. It was a perfect bullseye.
The weather around here has been odd. Normally we’re well into the dry season and getting our miles in is easy. Unfortunately, we’re either dodging raindrops or waiting for them to dry up before we can head out – it’s like we’re four weeks behind in our weather.
Either way, for how crazy it’s been, we’re (meaning we as a group, my friends and I, not the royal we) doing pretty well with what we’ve got.
Today, though, is special. My wife is sending me away with my two friends, Mike and Chuck, to go camping and riding. We’ve got a 40 miler planned for later today, and a 100k for tomorrow and Wednesday. It’s going to be a lot of miles on really tough roads (we’re heading for the hills, as they say). And for once this year, we’re looking at fairly good weather, nice temps, and mild winds.
Folks, that’s as good as it gets.
Day one was spectacular!
‘a 40 miler planned for later today, and a 100k for tomorrow’ – careful, you might become ‘Europen-ised’! Great riding by the way.
I always preferred the 100k over the 100 miler. 100 miles turns into a slog while the 100k is the perfect distance. Just enough to let you know you did something but not enough to beat you to a pulp. 👍