Cycle of Violence: 148-Mile Weekend
Today’s ride: 53 miles. With yesterday’s 51, and Saturday’s 44, that comes to (calculating furiously) 148 miles. The weather was so perfect I felt like weeping. (Not really.) Perfect blue cloudless sky, perfect air temperature just cool enough to keep things perfectly comfortable on a long ride. The wind was the only non-perfect aspect. Not fascist, but had a flavor of firedoglake about it. Whiny, childish, a sort of pissy little crosswind. (OK, I’ll stop now.) I rode with a friend who’s notoriously competitive, and that made today a series of insanely hard interval/sprints dropping anyone crazy enough to try to get in our draft (I saw 35 mph in one sprint), followed by periods of zen-like calm spinning up Palos Verdes climbs in our lowest gears. (Sprints only occurred in areas where no children/families/walking dead were present.)



