So this was only 33, but it was a test. First off, my cranks were falling apart. By the time I hit mile 20 I knew I had a problem. But I didn’t have a hex wrench with me, so I gambled. Every time I stood I wondered “Hmm, are my cranks going to fall apart?” “Will I bang my ankle on the ground?” “Will I break my ankle” “If so will I feel like a total dumbass?” My original goal was 50+ miles.
The other part of this little test was what I will call my own style of interval training. Go as hard as you can for short periods, then see how long it takes to recover then go again. Luckily, the roads were FILLED with cyclists. The Tour was just on remember, so every type of cyclist is on the road, fueled by watching what the big boys can do.
Speaking of big boys. What the Hell? Where is the woman’s Tour de France? And why don’t we see that? Let me guess…no budget. Bull#$#@. I see women cyclists all the time and frankly they seem way cooler than the men. I vote for women’s TDF. Get it done corrupt cycling Gods.
Okay, back to the test. When the Tour is on television the road is filled with freaks. Great cyclists suddenly think they are elite and should be in the tour, so they ride with a chip. Good cyclists think they are great, and everyone else rides WAY too hard, too fast and takes WAY too many chances. Like shooting a gap at 30 mph on a hike and bike trail while in the middle of kids, dogs, bobcats, vultures, Boy Scouts, trash pickup volunteers and homeless people scurrying across the route. Ginormous bellies on bikes with knees pistoning outward and upward because the massive gut won’t allow for upright pedaling. Twelve thousand dollar bikes covered in dust. Squeaky chains. Flats. And group rides where the stragglers look like they died five miles back.
What does this mess mean? Well, it means you can have fun by riding up or down the scale and using the scale as a training mechanism. I’m not fast. I’m slow. And I ride with a small backpack carrying water bottles, my phone, an emergency blanket, a small journal, a knife, a pen, a flashlight, food, rain gear if need be, etc. It’s the same backpack I hike in, walk in, run in, etc. Not many fast people ride with a back pack. But for short distances I can ride fairly fast. So when a fast looking group rides past sometimes I use it for my interval training. They hate this. Because when they look behind, or stop at a light, and good old back pay guy is still with them it can lead to sneers or confusion. This is like test driving your Porsche turbo then looking in the rearview mirror and seeing some guy in a Prius tailgating you. It’s awesome. I also enjoy passing people on climbs. I love climbing. Not sure why because I’m not great at it, but I do like getting in a rhythm with both breathing and cadence.
Anyway, just another inland adventure for old Uncle Danno. Or maybe, based on the attached photo, I just rode to the beach and made this all up?