Had every intention of a good ride. Made up water bottles the night before, got dressed and out the door. Traffic was heavy but finally got to Key Biscayne. There's a tri this weekend so they were already setting up cones. Construction made everybody ride on the sidewalk of the bridge. Three miles out, BOOM. Flat rear tire. Changed it in the 90 degree heat. Hole in my tire, nursed the bike back to the car, $60 later a new tire and tube. I should have stayed home.
I had to work this morning, so I scrambled home to eat, change and head out for a back ride before it gets TOO hot. I realize DH is lounging in his recliner--watching the tour! "Um, are you ready?" I step out into the garage to air up my tires and realize how NICE it is outside. 70 degrees, low humidity with a breeze. I consider going back for my jacket
Of course the problem with riding later in the day is traffic. After almost being clipped by the fourth minivan, a guy in a monster b@@b truck hollered at me. My first curse word hollered at a motorist slipped out. I was slowing for a red light, and he had to slow down behind me to get in the right turn lane. WAAHHH! I was smart enough to pick a busy intersection (with witnesses) and he couldn't double back to follow me. I know--bad idea.
We did our new, longer, hillier route for the second time. I think I improved my moving time (however, garmin connect doesn't show moving time AND total time like motionbased used to do, SO I'M NOT SURE ) No yelling at DH for torturing me and he felt confident enough in me that he stretched out his "wait for me" stops. Thanks to our late start, the Dog Prairie Tavern was open and we joined the "other" (motorcycle) bikers for some soda and grease--I mean fries and cheeseburgers
St. Paul church is an oasis as you crest the hill. There was a wedding today. It also means there a tavern close by
"Well-behaved women seldom make history." --Laurel Thatcher Ulrich
'09 Trek WSD 2.1 with a Brooks B-68 saddle
'11 Trek WSD Madone 5.2 with Brooks B-17