Although there were a lot of people inquiring about yesterday's ride, the winds blowing out of the southwest deterred all but the most stalwart of spandex-clad (and, let's be honest, there was denim also) warriors.
In short, there were two of us.
Bryce and I set out along 126 with a cross wind that rivalled those that split the peloton along the coast of Normandy. It split us too, but we regrouped (repaired?) before making the left onto Helmholz and more importantly embracing the tailwind. Riding out for about twenty minutes, we disucssed quantum physics and other trivialities. At that point, Bryce had to turn around to tutor kids at the Boys and Girls Club.
As I'm not a saint who tutors in the afternoons, I rode on, but no one wants to read all the thoughts that meandered in and out of my brain as I fought the headwind in a solo effort of futility.
Until next week...
In short, there were two of us.
Bryce and I set out along 126 with a cross wind that rivalled those that split the peloton along the coast of Normandy. It split us too, but we regrouped (repaired?) before making the left onto Helmholz and more importantly embracing the tailwind. Riding out for about twenty minutes, we disucssed quantum physics and other trivialities. At that point, Bryce had to turn around to tutor kids at the Boys and Girls Club.
As I'm not a saint who tutors in the afternoons, I rode on, but no one wants to read all the thoughts that meandered in and out of my brain as I fought the headwind in a solo effort of futility.
Until next week...
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