the workshop is hanging over my head and I know my daughter will be taking every other second and those that she doesn’t abscond will be focused on something other than this. So Sunday night update.
Missed the Saturday plethora of rides. Somewhat disappointed, but not so much. Got loads of work done, I think.
Road the Cross bike out to my bro’s… swapped it for the Quantum Pro. Giulia is to blame. And it’s the good kinda blame. I should phrase it as such that she motivated me to do it. Although, I have to say riding the Croll is fun. It’s a damn nice bike. Much faster than the paramount (what isn’t). Taking it out of the basement was shocking… even with a full bottle it was a feather…
Even with knobbie tires I managed 23-24 for about 5 miles (with crossings interrupting it) along the bike path. There was a phred acting as bait… I caught him said hello, he hung on the wheel… in the draft working hard… would get gapped and he’d catch up as I slowed down at the crossings… and he’d hang for part of it then get dropped… he turned around before I found how much farther I could have held that speed. I’m thinking not much – I’ve been pretty tired these last few days, fatigued I think… that and overwhelmed with what I have to get accomplished this next week. So this maybe an ‘off week’ maybe….
So riding back… it was a strange brunch at my bro’s no alcohol was consumed by anyone! Amazing. That and I said phuc-it and busted out a CO2 cartridge after hating that stupid little mini-pump. That one with the dual action, that I got billions of years ago when they first released it. I mean its great and all as a quick fill the tube… or find the flat.. but I carry CO2 for a reason… and I like that reason… that and I have no idea where my 3 zefal HP pumps are from the move…. And the frame pump did not fit in my messenger bag… that Silca Super Pista is too damn big.
Riding back on it was different. Kinda cool. And it’s a 55-42… actually i kinda dig it. The few hills I hit on the way back were perfectly manageable with the 42x23 (and I had the 25 in reserve). It felt a bit faster… and it is a bit lighter still.. The cross wind and the Rolf vector pro deep rims section made it fun, a wicked cross wind, but at least it wasn’t a head wind. That and it was strange using STI again. So used to dropping the hand down to the down tube to shift… kinda missed it…. For a second.
Oh and between getting loads started while the oldest rode her bike on her mother’s run I washed the Q-pro and the pmount. Yeah… I busted out the soap, the brush and the hose… washed em. The Q-pro still had Michigan dirt on it. And one little worm. Dried up of course… and hell of a lot of dust. And since I had all the stuff out I figured I’d try and wash one layer of grime off the P-mount. It looks abit better… the Q-pro is approaching the cleanliness of that bike with the derailleur jammed in the spokes but the p-mount still needs some more detailing… and they both could use a coat or two of lemon scented Pledge.
Dunno when I’ll get in to get kit… might have to wait for a week… we’ll see.
Till later – I hope everyone had a good weekend. I’m still up in the air about taking the big bike to the paceline on Tuesday (weather permitting) but I may… only maybe cause it has the gadget that tells me how fast I’m going and what time it is… that way I can better judge when the group is getting out of hand and yell at them or not… maybe the guest enforcer will be assigned and I can just be a chatty cathy… Oh I saw Rosa on the bike path and said “Hi Kate” as soon as the word Kate was out of my mouth it had a Homer moment “DOH!” that wasn’t Kate… Opps… I was and still am not the best with names… well some stick… but I still get strange looks when I go pick up the youngest and call her by her sister’s name…
On that note – peace yall….
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