A record time, probably means I’m riding with a tail winds. Makes sense. I should know this.
Still, when I got into town yesterday in record time, I was completely oblivious to the fact that I’d been riding with the wind the whole way down from Severna Park to Annapolis. Sure the wind was fierce on the Naval Academy Bridge, but it is March. Even so, I felt great about how quickly I crested the bridge and that I never dropped down to my small chain ring in the front. This should have been a sign.
Take your pick, windy or rainy, that’s what you get in March in Maryland.
As you might have guessed by now, I had a strong headwind to contend with on the way home. The weather was nice enough, in the high fifties or low sixties depending on what source I consulted, but the wind, well it cut through on the way home. I’d opted not to wear my shoe covers when I left, and by the time I got home, I was sorry.
Even with the wind, yesterday’s ride was a success. In fact the weekend was a weekend of great riding. I joined the SPP ride on Saturday at 7:30. It was clear to me that my months of hibernation in the winter had taken a toll on my abilities, when I found myself alone going through Round Bay (not dropped, just slow). But it was great to be out on the ride with the group again.
The tally for the weekend is about 45 miles, which isn’t too shabby considering I’ve been off my bike effectively since November.