Mar 21, 2021 at 09:01 PM
i got to still well at 7.30 am , frost on the ground , ended up putting on two jerseys
finished the ride warm with 51 degrees
finished the ride warm with 51 degrees










Haha not quite a full on, just me Kev and Rich out in the boonies. But it has been really really nice to ride with friends again, even if we can't quite have the whole crew out and about. It was a nice reminder as to why we're all in this dang club!Mark Taylor said:whaaaat , group rides





Always an inspiration JP. Raining and 50's is a tough way to do 3 solo hours.mugwump said:Knew I didn't have much time on Sunday. Only three hours (or should I write " 'only' three hours"--ah, the madness of being a cyclist) Knew it would be raining. So I made Friday and Saturday tempo rides with some hard efforts thrown in.
Happily dressed for the rain. Mid-50s rain is no problem. When I got out on the road, I could tell my legs were lagging. So I went for a flatter route out to Pearl River. Coming back, I got into a nice rhythm and rewarded myself by adding some extra up-and-down in Tenafly and Englewood. And my bike rewarded me by picking up some steel shard that went htrough the Conti' 4-season rear tire. Luckily, only slowly.
The tire held out til I got by Strictly, where I assumed I could quickly use one of the track pumps they keep out (I had my full-size frame-fit, but the leverage and position and gauge of the floor pump is a big plus). Only, with no crowd, they didn't have them out. The owner saw me and tossed a 'what do you think this is, Belgium?' snark my way. I took it as loving affirmation. Pumped up the tire, knowing it would go soft again.
Made it back to my front door in 3:00:42. Perfect. The DL says almost 3'k climbing, which, considering my legs and route, seems pretty hilly.
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David Yang said:Was setting up my bike and kit last night for today's ride and my ancient SRAM Rival rear shifter snapped off. I swapped the wheels onto my fake cross bike and figured I'd stick to urban roads in case something went wrong. Ended up doing my old commuting route through downtown Flushing, across Citifield and the former iron triangle, cutting through working class Queens, over the Queensboro and into midtown. I then just sort of noodled down to Battery Park on the HRGreenway, hit the Brooklyn Bridge, jumped over the Manhattan Bridge and traced my way back to the QBB. No power, no HRM, no bike computer, just freewheeling like a kid.
Coming from the relative sticks of eastern Queens, Manhattan felt oddly the same as it ever was. People were out jogging, riding bikes... I saw a kid who obviously had just learned to ride without training wheels tip over while trailing his parents, dusting himself off and racing to catch up... I saw restaurants slowly opening shop, workers making their way to essential jobs, dog walkers mindlessly wandering and scrolling, even tourists excitedly crossing avenues, chattering about their plans. It was a mix of masks, no masks, of lines of people waiting to get a test, to get a vaccine shot at Citifield and javits. It felt nice to aimlessly ride and be on autopilot through well worn routes and just watch the city and its people again.
Ended up doing about the same number of miles as if I headed east to Cold Springs. Sometimes chill rides are best rides.

