I’m not sure which it was, a warm winter day or a cold spring one. At any rate, see what we woke up to? Except my morning commute, which was at 35 degrees, I never could get comfortable. I was either too cold or too hot.
I had to meet a furnace man, so I left work at noon today. The sun was shining, but there was a bit of wind blowing, and the Weather Channel indicated 40 degrees, so I wore most of my morning clothes and sweated like a pig!
After the furnace guy left, I headed out for a ride to Strafford, and I never could get comfortable. If I tried to bundle up, I got hot. If I tried to unzip and cool down, I got cold. The temperature when I left was 44, but the clouds rolled in shortly after and that made a pretty big difference.
Pierson Creek was flowing nicely and crystal clear when I crossed it. As I got up out of the creek bottom, it became apparent the trip to Strafford would be nothing but a chilly slog against the wind the entire way. To be honest, I didn’t enjoy it all that much!
When I got to the low-water crossing below Danforth Cemetery, I couldn’t tell until I got right up to it whether there was any slime on the road or not. As I pulled to a stop prior to crossing it, the crossing looked safe enough to inch across. No slick stuff, and only about an inch of water. The problem was, though, I lost all my momentum and was faced with the nasty climb up to the cemetery. After struggling up this one on the tandem so often, it seems like a piece of cake on my road bike!
If I had planned better, I would have stayed out of Strafford altogether. I intended to cross over the interstate there, which meant I had to go straight through town. Unfortunately, my arrival coincided with the dismissal of school. Have you ever experienced the end of a school day in a small town? At least around here, the streets become flooded with way too many cars driven way to fast by high school kids! Let me tell you, it’s not the best place for a little guy on a bicycle to be!
After crossing the highway, I got to ride with my back to the wind for a few miles. After the slog out, it was really nice to be able to cruise at 20+ mph without a lot of effort. All too soon, however, those happy miles ended and I had to turn back to the south, which meant that I had to deal with a cross wind again.
After stopping for a couple of work related calls, I made it home with 29.4 miles on the bike. That gave me around 46.5 for the day. I tried to get a GPS track, but the Garmin was dead. For some reason, Pam’s (the one we use for running) is always charging, and cycling one is always dead when I want it. I wonder why that’s so hard to get coordinated?