It’s funny how I can obsess over things that don’t matter. After a week out of town at a conference, stuck inside all day and night, you’d think that I’d just be happy to have an opportunity to ride.
Instead, I spent last night obsessing over temperature and wind forecasts and routing options. I spent far too much time trying to avoid heat and wind.
In the end, it didn’t matter. Every route is going to have heat and wind. Besides, instead of my usual 6:30am start, I didn’t roll out until 8:30am.
It was already warming up, and the wind was howling. So after all that obsessing, I ended up just happy for an opportunity to be out there. I adapted.
There were two strategies employed to make the day more enjoyable. First, I selected the Ramble route since it is mostly gravel and well out of the way of the holiday traffic.
Second, I deliberately backed-off on the pace from my recent rides. So what if the wind was peeling the whiskers off my chin? That’s what low gears are for.
So call me Pokey. I was on the Ramble route, and was in pure ramble mode. It’s a nice route. No reason to roll through it too fast, or to be too distracted by gasping for air to enjoy the countryside.
Whether for riding a bicycle, or for more weightier life matters, I hope I learned a lesson today.
We have a few clumps of trees here and there, and down around the creek crossings, but most of my riding is across the vast north Texas prairie, where the wind blown grasses look like ocean waves. At this time of year, that means lots of hot sunshine that seems to accumulate on my body like the gravel dust on my bike. So after about 4 hours of almost continuous riding, it was time to cool down.
This is one of the few hilltop shady spots. With today’s winds at 22-27mph, you could close your eyes and lean right into it. Quite refreshing.
|Plenty of Gravel|
|Lots of Low Traffic Roads|
This morning several changes came together to give a fresh sense of optimism. A new route, a few gear refinements, a new bike, and a new objective all came together here at the transition between spring and summer. All the changes have proven themselves to be improvements. At the very least, they are certainly new and different.
|Courthouse Square, Decatur, Texas|
|Great Place for a Break|
|Longest Descent of the Day|
Well, I’m invested. Just like changing the house paint from brown to green, here we are. It looks good enough to me. Here’s the new rut this old curmudgeon is crawling into, and I plan to stay awhile.