Five of us went out in the early, sunny cold morning for a bit of an adventure. We knew there was one particular road we wanted to ride that we pass on one of our favorite paved road rides. The trick was figuring out how to get there.
Diane and I started out a little quick, opening a bit of a gap on the group because we started talking about work. Once we realized what we were doing, we sat up and let the others catch up. I didn’t spend much time up front after that as every single time I got up there I pulled away from the group. I didn’t pick the pace up, either… somebody would take a turn and I’d be next, holding the same pace and I’d just walk away. So I stayed back and let everyone else keep the pace.
And we explored.
New roads, places we’d never been before, places we’d seen and wanted to ride once we had the gravel bikes out. It was so much fun you couldn’t call it a “workout”.
Mike started out with a goal of 25 miles. He doesn’t like his gravel bike because it “beats him up”, so he likes to keep his mileage short when we pick dirt roads. Unfortunately, his bike beats him up because he over-inflates the tires and no amount of explaining how air pressure works on dirt roads seems to help. I’ve got the same gravel bike and mine is infinitely comfortable, as long as I keep the pressure between 45 & 50 psi (3.0 to 3.4 bar). I go above 50 and all bets are off (I’m running 32’s, the widest I can fit between the rear triangle). He also has a couple of fit issues and a saddle problem, but I don’t want this post to get into 4,000 words… so moving on.
This day was different, though. We had 16 miles in before we were even thinking of heading back.
We stopped in what was likely the most beautiful half-mile of the entire ride and had a snack and snapped a photo before rolling out for home. The pace was easy and relaxed the whole way. I thought about extra miles but in the end opted to ride home with Phill and my wife, calling it a day.
I’d surpassed last years total mileage earlier in the week and there’s simply no reason to get greedy at this point.
With a trainer day on Sunday, it’s time to start watching what I’m eating. We’re a little early this year for diet time, but it is what it is. Looking at the weather outlook for the next couple of weeks, it’s not going to be terrible, but it isn’t going to be warm, either. Project “Don’t Get Fat This Winter” is underway.
Oh, and for projects this winter… I’m thinking about converting my mountain bike to a drop bar. A friend of mine did it and it’s awesome.
Drop bars on a mountain bike? That’s the devil’s work! 😉
Just think about it, though! It’d be like a fat road bike! Oh, it’s exciting!!!
I suppose if I had enough bikes, I’d have such a thing. But I like the straight bars on my MTB for the control I feel it gives me. Getting into the drops wouldn’t occur to me on an MTB. But sure, that’s just one opinion, I guess.
…And why would I then need a gravel bike? I think I just threw a wrench into my own thought project.
I’ll leave you to it, so 😉