Life’s been gravellicious lately.
Wednesday night was the group ride. 27 miles of feelin’ good. Here’s the Bionic Teutonic crushing a Rough Road sign.
Tobie and BPaul resplendent in Gore.
There’s a lot of this in my future.
But I’ll be on these…
On the Wednesday night ride, when we turned onto Perry Road (blacktop) to hop across to Crego, there was a ~1 mile stretch where we were pretty exposed to traffic. I grabbed the drops, put my head down, and spun up to 26mph, holding over 22 on the ‘hills.’ It felt good. I felt good.
Thursday, I went out for a long solo effort, and put down 50 good gravel miles. Thanks to some hill repeats at 47 and Main Street, I had about 1500 feet of climbing. Almanzo will be roughly double both of those figures. I averaged 16.1mph with a 15mph headwind, and felt really good about my ride–especially the day after the group ride. I was sporting bibs and wool, and enjoying the ~55 degree temps. I’m also rocking the Camelbak, in anticipation of this summer’s gravel rides. Since all the cool bloggers are taking self-portraits, here I am.
I love the Vaya.