I woke up cranky. It was supposed to be 84 today DH had food poisoning last night, so I had to let him sleep in. I coaxed him out with coffee and pancakes, sure he would have no problem keeping up with me, even when he was recovering. He finally got moving about 9:30 am by saying, "Are you ready to ride? You don't look ready?" Grrrrrr. We headed out of our neighborhood just to discover it is our subdivision garage sale weekend. We could barely navigate through all the double parked cars and people. I finally hit my stride and was keeping a pretty good pace, accelerating over most of the smaller hills. As we hit crested one of the bigger hills, my gears locked up while trying to down shift (picture max HR, then coming to a sudden stop in TRAFFIC). I couldn't get restarted on the hill so I had to pull over and catch my breath. We finally got moving again and near our turn around, DH blew a tire. (When I looked back and realized I dropped him, I knew something was up). I just learned to stand on hills, so on the way back I crested another big hill with DH yelling--"Yeah, I can barely keep up!" I answered by trying to cough up a lung Legs were torched, but I managed to mozy back to the house (at least summer means smoothies!)

Overall, not a bad ride