Oh, yes. Eighty degrees and blue skies and light breezes. Can’t beat that with a stick. I will say that there are some hills around here that aren’t long or anything, but are just steep enough so that I’m peering back at my cassette looking for another cog. I think I need this cassette.
During my 44 miles, I met a couple of guys and played directional good Samiritan. First was Lucas, who hadn’t ridden outdoors until today. What was he waiting for?!! Anyway, he wanted to be sure where he was and which direction to head. I got him going in the right direction and we rode together when he confirmed his pace was do-able.
Later, I came across another fellow who was no more than a mile or so from the ATT, but it wasn’t a direct route. So I rode him there. He was hesitant saying that I was probably a fast rider– to which I agreed that I was, when not pregnant. He then noticed my Duathlon National Champ jersey (yup, still wearing it). Anyway, he was a nice guy.
Earlier in the ride I got to be a carrot for a guy on a recumbent. He came blazing by me just after the turn onto Holland’s Chapel. Actually, I don’t know if he was chasing from behind or just picked me up after the turn, but I have to say that he was huffing it. He paused, said hello in between gasps for air, then dropped me like a pair of dirty underwear. I kind of hope that he was chasing from behind because it’s got to take a little thrill out of the conquest when you see the pregnant belly.
I had fun today.
Funny! How about when you work really hard pulling in a rider up ahead and has you draw closer (huffing and puffing) you see the tan grizzled calfs and think to yourself you pulled in a CAT 1. Then as you pull along side to say Hi you find the dude is like 80 and just out for a spin around the block!