Poop, I’m struggling this morning. I also accidentally upgraded my work iMac to Xcode 7, something I really didn’t want to do this week. This means that I will have to pull a rabbit out of my hat by Wednesday, thanks to Apple’s new coding policies that come with Xcode 7.
I Submit For Your Approval
Saturday was a beautiful day to be out riding. It was even better if you could latch onto a few trains and use the power of the peloton to keep you moving at a pace that you cannot do yourself.
As you can see I averaged 18.1 mph for the entire ride. For the portion that I was able to latch onto trains, mostly within the first forty miles, I was able to average nearly 20 mph!
I failed to remember to take a selfie at the end on Saturday. So, here’s one I took at the end of the 2008 Beautiful Backroads Ride, before selfies were all the rage. Just imagine me seven years older and much worse off health wise. Oh, and on Saturday I also rode two more miles than I did on that day in 2008.
Unlike on that day on Saturday I wore my Gators jersey. Much to my surprise I only received on “Go Gators” and that was at mile 50.
Perhaps the biggest failure of the day was the beer selection at the end; the choices were — Bud Light, Bud Lime, Budweiser, Michelob Ultra, and one other beer that I can’t remember. Now I know that I was at a Budweiser plant, but seriously, couldn’t they have had a beer from one of their fake craft brew labels?
ITP-Reader Steve: I have your t-shirt, the entirety of the day’s schwag.
Oh Holy Ride
You’d think that I’d be able to remember that one of my bike shorts has a hole in it; hell, I even wrote about it in this space. Even though I dressed in the house this morning, in a fairly well-lit room I failed to remember this fact.
Today’s morning ride, have to get them in while I can, was done wearing a pair of shorts that has a nice hole in the inner left thigh. At least most of my riding was done in the dark so not too many people would have noticed.
Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]
It certainly was a beautiful day to be riding, or working on the barn. My Games buddy Burt came down and we all but finished the perlins and started on the first few pieces of metal on the roof. I had scrap 4×4 which I turned into a “conventional” fork lift and screwed on 2 16′ 2×4’s to help load the matal onto the roof. Worked pretty well, until when working alone yesterday, I didn’t notice I had the forks tipped slightly downhill and the piece of roofing got away from me and slid off to the ground. Fortunately, the beer bottle that broke when it hit was empty.
Metal to build out the stalls should be delivered today and the last half of the roof should go up this week. It might actually be ready to receive horses for Debbies birthday on Saturday.
Glad to be at work to get some rest.
-FP
Glad the ride went well Saturday – you are too fast for me!
I went up to JoAnna’s Ellijay house friday night to hang out, we went & hiked some on the red & white trails that are very near her house Saturday morning. Sharon joined up, she’s been doing a lot of work on her new place, the new kitchen is awesome!
I haven’t been on those trails in probably 10 years, we used to mtn bike them, they aren’t super maintained, but weren’t too bad hiking, I might try to ride them some day. Definitely not the flow trail design of IMBA & SORBA, so there will be some walking when I do ever attempt to ride them.
Went home in time for dinner Saturday, (Allan was studying) & he smoked some tasty ribs.
Sunday went out to Allatoona Creek to mtn bike, Dean & Sal joined up. I really need to ride more often, that was harder than it should have been.
Um….what do you mean latch on to a few trains? You can’t literally mean holding on to a train while you ride, right?
Not literally latch on to literal trains. 🙂 I was able to maintain close proximity to a handful of riders, and the physics of peloton riding kicked in, though I wasn’t literally kicked. 😀
When a peloton is driving along, you can save upwards of 30% of you energy if you can hang on. Depending on the wind, if it’s really strong, a small gap off the back can become insurmountable and you’ll disappear quickly. We call that “going backwards”.
Ah, thanks for edumacating us non-biker peeps.