In some ways, yesterday’s ride was nothing special: another Sunday ride. But in the ways that are most important, it was also something.
We hit the road early since it was likely to get warm in the afternoon, climbed quite a few hills, stopped for mint limeade and to fill the bottles, climbed a few more hills, caught a tailwind coming back north, stopped for the lunch of champions (ham and cheese sandwich, BBQ pringles, 24oz can of Miller Lite, bottle of water), and then cruised home to cold beer, grilled sausages, and that perfect tiredness that comes from a day of exertion in the sun and wind combined with beer and food.
Stats: 139.5km, 26.6km/h, ~1000m of climbing. My legs hate me a little, today.
As is only right.
After a rather ugly week at work, decided to lay low for the weekend. Watched the Tour stage on Saturday, did some work around the house, and then took a 30-mile spin around town in the extreme humidity with my wife.
But on Sunday, I got out on the road for a bit with Nate (who also took all the photos but the first).
56 miles at a rather sedate 16.8mph, followed by a cold beer and a burrito. So that was good.
And then K insisted we listen to some Creedence…
Hot damn…another truly fine summer weekend.
On the 4th, Nate and I rode down the Badger State Trail on our fat-bikes. The July 4 trip on the BST has become something of a tradition for me; this makes four years running. This year was probably the best yet: the weather was perfect, the company genial, the pace casual but deliberate, and the beer cold (note to self: Miller > Budweiser by a long shot). When we arrived back at my place, my wife put cold beers into our hands before we’d made it all the way in the door. After that, eating, drinking, lounging on the deck. Perfect 4th of July.
On the 5th, I fetched the CSA box and we ran about gathering plants and mulch so that K could replant one of the garden beds and augment a couple of the others. I provided transportation, supervision, photo-documentation, and moral support (in the form of cold beer). Oh, and bacon-wrapped brats, potato salad and sauerkraut make a fine breakfast. After the work was done, we spent the rest of the day lounging on the deck with music, snacks, and cold beer. Until dusk, that is, when we got a fire going in the fire pit.
On the 6th, Nate and I went for a 50-mile road ride that took in the Sassy Cow Creamery (which wasn’t open when we arrived) and points east. My legs felt like concrete after the fat-bike ride on the 4th, the humidity was steadily climbing as we rode, and I was surely a little dehydrated from all the beer I’d been drinking over the past couple of days. But, our pace was solid and we made it back without any real trouble–though I did feel a bit trashed for a couple of hours afterward. Nothing a shower beer couldn’t cure though…
Photos marked NV by Nate Vergin.
As much as I have a perverse soft spot for Rapha’s usual epic nonsense, I think here’s where they’ve finally gotten it right. Yorkshire, pub stops, laughter, chatter in the bunch, and not looking completely destroyed.
In a word, FUN.