We leave from Peng's undergrad institution and ride to mine and back.
The above is what i wrote before heading out, as in eating a bowl of oatmeal with peanut butter, sunflower seeds and almonds.
So yeah I went for a little ride yesterday. A bit to prep for the Tour De Cure (if you feel like donating or joining that would be wonderful). It was a pretty amazing ride. Rain and fog and wet roads all the way from here to New London CT. I managed to pick pretty much the hilliest roads in Southern RI/SE CT. Had fantastic friend join, he wasn't going to let a few light showers cancel the ride.
It was really unbelievable. I cracked a few times coming back up Rt 3 out of the Hope Valley. But still got on the bike today w/o problem issue. 140 miles? Pfft no big deal.
Seemed fitting to ride to my Alma Mater 19 years after graduating with Yi Peng Teoh who is graduating this weekend. It wasn't deliberate, it was just that Peng was the only one who instantly and with full enthusiasm said "I'm in." PKS wanted to go but was afraid we wouldn't make it back in time (we made it back with PLENTY of time) a few others just had too much to do. Which sucks for them, and i mean that in a completely empathetic way, not in an in-your-face HAHA way. How many times have we missed out on great adventures for what? It is sad but understandable. Not meaning to lay guilt, and i can understand completely paul's reservations. I had to be back but I had a bit later of a window to potentially work with.
But, man, it was really pretty fucking amazing. what else is there to say. So much.
And riding in the rain and fog, with the headwind, really was actually so awesome. Some of you will get it. Sort of like my favorite quote:
"People who don't do it, don't quite understand it.
People who do, know, intrinsically, as soon as you try it you are hooked on it.
Once you race cross, it is hard not to." -Pure Sweet Hell
Riding in the rain is a lot like that. And spending the whole day in the saddle was worth the effort to clear the calendar and overload the rest of the week to get out on the ride. The roads we were on are majestic. Made even more so with the fog and mist and rain. Hills that seemed to climb more than descend. In both directions. Never felt like we were really every getting the benefit of the climbing. At least in the recouping the speed on the downhills. Maybe it was the headwind. Maybe who knows. I will say, it kept reoccurring in my head: "these hills and stuff were WAY easier 20 years ago when I was 30# lighter" thin as a rail, couldn't sprint or turn but man, man could i go up hill effortlessly.
It was an amazing ride.
It was an amazing day.
A graduation present of bundled pure awesomeness for my friend. Thanks for waiting for me on the hills.
heddwch
G
The above is what i wrote before heading out, as in eating a bowl of oatmeal with peanut butter, sunflower seeds and almonds.
So yeah I went for a little ride yesterday. A bit to prep for the Tour De Cure (if you feel like donating or joining that would be wonderful). It was a pretty amazing ride. Rain and fog and wet roads all the way from here to New London CT. I managed to pick pretty much the hilliest roads in Southern RI/SE CT. Had fantastic friend join, he wasn't going to let a few light showers cancel the ride.
It was really unbelievable. I cracked a few times coming back up Rt 3 out of the Hope Valley. But still got on the bike today w/o problem issue. 140 miles? Pfft no big deal.
Seemed fitting to ride to my Alma Mater 19 years after graduating with Yi Peng Teoh who is graduating this weekend. It wasn't deliberate, it was just that Peng was the only one who instantly and with full enthusiasm said "I'm in." PKS wanted to go but was afraid we wouldn't make it back in time (we made it back with PLENTY of time) a few others just had too much to do. Which sucks for them, and i mean that in a completely empathetic way, not in an in-your-face HAHA way. How many times have we missed out on great adventures for what? It is sad but understandable. Not meaning to lay guilt, and i can understand completely paul's reservations. I had to be back but I had a bit later of a window to potentially work with.
But, man, it was really pretty fucking amazing. what else is there to say. So much.
And riding in the rain and fog, with the headwind, really was actually so awesome. Some of you will get it. Sort of like my favorite quote:
"People who don't do it, don't quite understand it.
People who do, know, intrinsically, as soon as you try it you are hooked on it.
Once you race cross, it is hard not to." -Pure Sweet Hell
Riding in the rain is a lot like that. And spending the whole day in the saddle was worth the effort to clear the calendar and overload the rest of the week to get out on the ride. The roads we were on are majestic. Made even more so with the fog and mist and rain. Hills that seemed to climb more than descend. In both directions. Never felt like we were really every getting the benefit of the climbing. At least in the recouping the speed on the downhills. Maybe it was the headwind. Maybe who knows. I will say, it kept reoccurring in my head: "these hills and stuff were WAY easier 20 years ago when I was 30# lighter" thin as a rail, couldn't sprint or turn but man, man could i go up hill effortlessly.
It was an amazing ride.
It was an amazing day.
A graduation present of bundled pure awesomeness for my friend. Thanks for waiting for me on the hills.
heddwch
G
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