26.0 miles along the Potomac River on the C&O towpath, up around Shepherdstown, WV. For some reason I couldn't figure out, it was a bit of a struggle. I was pushing myself a bit hard, but just couldn't find a comfortable gear combo. It had to be something either mental or physical, but I'd rather blame it on the dessicated leaves that kept getting caught in my brakes and my cogs and my bottom bracket and my derailleur and that created sooo much rolling resistance... (That's my story, and I'm stickin' with it)
Had an interesting moment: Stopped for a break at a primitive campsite along the towpath. Heading back up a small grassy hill towards the path, I approached a concrete platform where a water pump was installed. I figured I could easily roll the front tire up the few inches that the platfrom rose above the ground (I've yet to learn to bunny hop). But, as the tire hit the concrete two things happened almost simultaneouly-- I let out an "Aw, @*%$!" as I realized the bike wasn't gonna go, and then I stood amazed as I realized a half a second later that I had both feet on the ground and the bike had endo'd out from under me. Made me glad that I keep a loose tension setting on my clipless pedals![]()
In spite of my determination to ride as far into the winter as I comfortably can, it was bittersweet to think that today's ride could possibly be the last for a while.



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