They don’t make many like Sunday’s weather. Impeccably sunny and a barely there wind from the west.
We rolled out in full arm and knee warmers. It was chilly (45° or 7C) but the sun was shining brilliantly so it didn’t take long to heat up. We made it a little more than 20 miles out before we stopped to shed clothing. From the moment I took my arm warmers off, I finally felt like we’d turned the corner on the winter that just wouldn’t give up.
Without question, it was the best day for a ride this year. It’s one of those days that proves all the time spent on that ridiculous trainer over the winter was worth every minute. It was one of those days you purposely try to get lost.
The ride home, with a tailwind, was enough that I had a smile stretched across my face for almost 30 miles.
We didn’t get lost, of course. It was still worth the effort.
A sweet 123 miles for the weekend.