The chill in the air this morning was not enough to deter these few hardy Renegades. Beast, Locomotive and Big A met at Base Camp. There were unconfirmed reports of Crash having been sighted riding by and speeding away. A hypothesis was put fourth whereby, not having seen anyone hanging out in the street, Crash just assumed he was running late and sped away trying to catch up, not realizing that Loco was right there in his driveway, with Big A and Beast a very short way behind. By 8:10 the three of us got going.
We rode fairly easy in the beginning and a short way down the LIE we were joined by Dubya, who got to Base Camp a little late himself and, not surprisingly, had no trouble at all catching up to us.
We didn't come across that many other riders. We were somewhere between the 8:00 and the 8:30 T groups. We rode our usual West Hills/Huntington route.
Today's ride was fairly uneventful, except for that one incident involving a deer suddenly bolting out of the woods and running right across the road only 10-15 feet in front of us. It happened while we were riding through Lloyd Harbor. Bob was in front, with me second wheel. At first I couldn't immediately tell what the quadruped I spotted on my 2:00 was and for a split second it looked to me like a wolf, as unlikely as that was. I'm glad it wasn't a wolf, and that the deer didn't actually hit any of us (or vice versa). It would have been quite a train wreck. It the end I was only mildly startled. The deer, I'm sure, must have been quite terrified.
Fast forward to Syosset, 7-11 break, with the usual triple-Stóked hot cocoa for me. This time we skipped the campus, which — turns out — isn't that much easier to do, only slightly shorter.
We finished at about 58 miles. My average was again about 16.5. Blame it on the hills, not-so-fresh legs and strong breeze. Somehow, no matter which way we're riding, it feels like a headwind for about 80% of the time. My theory is that it has to do with the fact that any wind within 180°-200° facing me feels like a headwind, no wind feels like a headwind, and a weak tailwind feels like a headwind.
Would like to hear from Crash. Was that really you, or just your ghost?
Beast
Sorry guys. That was me riding by. There were no cars so I assumed theMeeting place was the colonial building. No cars there either so I set forth on my own. I caught Sharon Levi and her husband and a few other riders and rode 50 with them. Sorry I missed you. See you next week. My friend from san francisco will be here and is really looking forward to riding in cold weather.
ReplyDeleteCrash
Didn't think of checking the Colonial Building. Sorry we missed you, again.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to meeting your friend next weekend.
Loco Bob