For the first time in more weeks than I’m willing to admit, there was a Sunday ride, and some miles. It was a beautiful spring day. The only problem is that it’s still winter.
That did, however, allow us some frozen lake riding, made complete by taking grainy iPhone photos.
Grant and I rode off across Lake Wingra, thinking the rest of the group was following us. But it turns out that they only rode a little on the ice, and then continued on their way. We looped back, and made a barrage of phone calls, but we never were able to hook up with them again.
We survived, and consoled ourselves with a pint of Hinterland Pub Ale from the nitro tap at Alchemy on the way home.
A little over 30 miles, paced at about 12mph overall, riding the SS Cannondale, still shod with studded tires.
And, it’s the one year anniversary of our little, scratched-together cycling group: The Church of the Spoken Wheel.