It’s Saturday with temperatures in the 60s.
It’s Saturday with a nice hefty gift from Mom Henry and the state tax refund in my bank account (the refund is 666… should I be worried?).
Six hours of riding in the last two days have I. My road bike thinks that I am back in love with it. I hate to break it to my white titanium beauty, but it’s going to be pretty lonely once the trails are dry enough to ride. Today I rode a little over four hours, after riding nearly two hours yesterday. Perhaps getting the blood pressure under control helps, because I am feeling very good on the bike.
My plan today was to ride a route that takes me a little further out west of Chicagoland, one with a few more hills and one big climb in the middle. Usually that route takes me around two hours. However, ten miles into my ride I met two guys who seemed to match the pace I am comfortable with right now, maybe just a little faster but enough to motivate me. They used my big draft for a while, then invited me to ride along with them, a route that would take me farther north and west than I was planning to ride. And I knew it would add a few more hours to my ride. So I joined in.
Their route threw a few more extended climbs into my ride, too. I felt myself turning to toast after about two hours into the ride, especially after a very long climb. However, I was enjoying myself, happy that in the middle of March I am able to ride for an extended period of time, especially after the health scare I had two weekends ago.
I bid adieu to my new riding friends about ten miles from home. It was a bit of a relief to be back to riding by my lonesome. I backed my pace down to around 18 mph for a spin home.
Then the gut gremlin hit me. A few guys I ride with carry a baggie stocked with TP when they ride. I wished I was riding with them. Unfortunately, I was in the middle of a large open area close to my house called Fermilab. There are no restroom facilities. There are dense groves of pine trees situated next to a corn field, though….
There are times when I am really happy to roll into my driveway at the end of a ride. Today was one of those days.
I was happy. It was such a good ride, even considering the gremlin attack. My body had a pleasant burn, not an exhausted burn, so I knew that I had not pushed too hard (we’ll see what tomorrow brings). I grabbed a quick shower, then turned on my laptop PC to do some quick research — for bike rack dealers.
Why not reward myself for some hard work? My parents have been asking me to reward myself with a new bike rack for the new VW. Mom sent me a check that made it realistic for me to buy a good rack.
So I visited my bike shop, purchased a new Yakima Holdup tray style bike rack. It’s the nicest bike rack that I have ever had — it folds up or folds away for trunk access, has a hitch pin lock and cable locks for each bike, and it can be expanded to a four bike rack. To top it off, it really looks good on the VW.
Life is good when bikes are involved.