I did 34 miles of rolling hills in the heat of southeast Iowa this morning. I passed a number of Amish people in their buggies and on foot, most likely on their way to church. Everyone exchanged waves with me. It was a very nice ride and at a good pace for me through the hills, beating my prior best average on that route by .5 mph. Close to town I did get buzzed by a car, with the driver leaning on his horn and me with no place to go as there is no paved shoulder. He had plenty of room to move to the other lane and plenty of visibility. What a jerk.
The best part of the entire ride was the break from the incessant itching of my terrible case of poison ivy. For some reason I don't itch when I am riding. But now, off the bike. Ugh.
Last edited by goldfinch; 06-17-2012 at 12:22 PM.
Trek Madone 4.7 WSD
Cannondale Quick4
1969 Schwinn Collegiate, original owner
Terry Classic
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