No mention of work today.
I got out and finally got in a decent road ride for the first time in a while. The day warmed up to 77° with nary a cloud in the sky. The old Cannondale I ride sat with a flat front, but instead of changing the tube I swapped on my lighter “race” wheel. After mending my floor pump, I pumped up the tires and I was ready to roll.
I got my new Specialized Max helmet and Specialized BG shoes, a decent pair of Performance bike shorts and a “Blazing Saddles” (hot sauce, not the Mel Brook’s movie) jersery, reset and tested the cyclcomputer, clipped in, and away I went.
The road leading out of my neighborhood is canopied for the first 2 miles. I had to cross a busy road, that leads to Parris Island MCRD, to get to a another back road to get to the main road I was to ride on. The main road is SC 170. The road was upgraded 8 years ago and bike lanes were added for a 22 miles stretch.
I turned into a headwind. Not all that fun, but the norm. Then came the Broad River Bridge. Despite a high temp of 77, the wind was cold coming off the still cold water. Off the bridge was Lemon Island, a sparsely populated interior island. The wind shifted and I now had a tail wind to really pick some speed up.
That tailwind allowed me to power up the Checesse River Bridge in my big ring. Headed down I made the hard right into a parking lot when the headwind hit me. I circled under the bridge and took a little break after 45 minutes and 10 miles.
Then was the slog back over the bridge and onto Lemon Island into a headwind. I didn’t drop off as much as I thought I would. The road curved and I had a tail to cross wind back over the Broad River Bridge, which shifted to a tailwind again as I headed back toward Beaufort. As uneventful as the ride was, I had a tailgater coming to my driveway. I signaled my left, only to have the car follow me. The driver was an aunt of my wife’s in a different car.