Given my performance on the last brevet, I thought I best spend some time in the saddle on Sunday. About 8:30 AM I left the house and made my way to
Besides the old-world stretch between
1) It is a straight shot to my first destination and a good way to across the suburbs before Sunday joy(less)riding began.
2) The route features no turns to miss or ponder.
3) The fast traffic would put a fire under me to keep up the speed.
The fist stretch was rather uneventful. Some thugs in a late model sedan passed a little to close. M plates. As I progressed, bemused and bewildered suburbanites, clutching highly branded food and beverage items peered at me from their supersized SUVs.
It was about 10 AM and 25 miles west before traffic became obnoxious to the point where I took the lane. Given some of the reaction I got, don’t think many bicyclists in
I hit the
abreast walk for the cure, because the trail was overrun. I got back on the road, southbound.
I was sipping coffee from my thermos near the windmill in
I rode on to
Ordinarily, I would suffer the trails—the bad pavement, the crummy intersections, the winding indirectness, the idiotic bollards— for the single benefit of not constantly looking over my shoulder for cars. But the starts and stops and blind corners are no good for a ‘training’ mission such as mine.
I cruised the main drag in
After a pleasant afternoon shooting the breeze, I began the journey home. The wind had been in my face until I left
I stair-stepped my way back into the city 26th, Central,
When I arrived home I hadn’t yet tripped 100 miles, so I decided to make a celebratory beer run to