Sun Day

You know the view is picture-worthy when a Serious Cyclist (a guy) stops to take a photo. Honestly, I'm not sure I have ever witnessed such a thing. [Until today.]

Club rides resumed last month, but today's route was the first that seemed “just right.”

My chief ride buddy and I were the first to sign in and start rolling, ahead of the rest of the group. I was surprised that they didn't catch up until we paused at the top of the second hill. We quickly decided to be on our way, and somehow one guy (a new member) followed. Right on my wheel, downhill. [Hmm.] I expected him to pass ... but when the road leveled out he matched my pace to chat.

We parted after the next regroup; instead of joining the crowd at Starbucks, I'd mapped us a route to head straight back. Today's outing would be a bit longer than we've managed, lately, and we knew there would be a strong headwind.

And indeed, after 38 miles and a mere 1,240 feet of climbing, I was pooped. Even though the headwind wasn't nearly as bad as we'd expected.

Oh, wait ... I didn't think to mix up a bottle of Skratch. Time to reconstruct my routine!