An actual conversation heard in a Dubuque household this morning.
Birgit, my honey, asks, "Are you going on a long ride today? (meaning 100 miles plus)
Dave replies, "Nope, just 62, getting too late to bang out a long one."
Birgit responds, "Late?" "It's not even 9:00 a.m. yet!!!"
My mama always would tell me, "Your fortunate Dave, Birgit never complains about your biking." I didn't want to be out all day, had things I wanted to get done so did gravel metric #56 today for 2010.
Right off the bat I realized I was holding high heart rates, fairly painlessly. That either meant I was going to have a coronary thrombosis, or I was loaded with energy and ready to fly. Fortunately, it was the 2nd of the two.
However I must admit my riding from Monday to Friday this past week had two off days in it. Seems that had all my cells ready to rumble and convert carbon into CO2 and make the bike fly. One of the days bikers live for.
Ran into bunches of other bikers today, helped me keep the pace up. It was fun.
Saw this guy lounging in the road, I scooted him into the woods. I didn't want him to get run over. I reckoned he would have done the same for me if he could.
31 miles from home, in a small town park I noticed my rear tire was going flat. I ride with the Slime, so my hope was the leak would seal up. I pumped air back in, and she held. So thank you Green Slime.
Hot and humid today, these cows were enjoying shade and water, and were thinking "humans, are crazy, get out of the heat man, and off the bike!!
A lot of the route is rough, I'm beating my CX non suspension bike riding here, gets a little sporting at times weaving in and out of the flood damage ruts.
Wellllllllll, some might say this is crazy but my bike is leaning against the dining room table, cleaned, tuned and lubed and ready to go in the morning.
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