It took a while, a week to be exact, but I finally got back in the saddle. And it felt great.
After a day spent working at the shop on Thursday, I was up early on Friday to make Wifey breakfast before she left for work and to get some writing and photo editing done before I headed out for a ride north of the Cul-De-Sac-Shack.
I knew there was the potential for some rain, but as long as it wasn’t going to be a torrential downpour I really didn’t care, I needed to ride. I dig hiking, and vacation was great, but at the end of the day no matter how BIG my frame gets or how short my rides are, I am a cyclist at heart. Breaking a 25-year habit is damn hard!
I headed north on the Boone and was on dirt in a little over a mile. I was riding in the sunshine, but the clouds in the distance were taking on an ominous look, and I was starting to get the feeling that I was going to get wet at some point during the ride.
I’m not sure if it was the extended break from riding, the effects of my 13th boozeless day in a row, or the whopping 2.2 pounds I’ve lost over nearly two goddamn motherfucking weeks of this shit, but I was feeling excellent on the bike, even as I pedaled into the headwind blowing all those rain filled clouds towards me.
As expected, the rain caught up with me. I did make it about halfway before it started, and about three-quarters of the way before it really started coming down. My phone was tucked away in my Ortlieb bar bag along with the weather-resistant Fuji X-T1 and 18-135mm lens, so I pedaled along with a grin on my face as the refreshing rain pelted my face and my waterlogged chamois pad shot water up my ass with every pedal stroke. It was the repeated enema I never knew I wanted. Or needed.
Given that the XT-1 and 18-135 are weather sealed, I felt little guilt as I stopped here and there to get a shot. The buttons weren’t the easiest to operate with slippery wet gloves on, but I made the best of it and got a few shots I dug.
My brakes screeched as I came to a stop 26.5 miles later in the C.D.S.S.’s garage. The noise startled Jake (the dog), and he started barking like a maniac. Usually, when I come home he barely lifts his head up to acknowledge me, I guess he doesn’t like screeching disc brakes… just like everyone else!
It was great to get out on the bike today. The rain wasn’t a bother at all, and if anything, it encouraged me to give the Boone a much-needed bath this evening! I’m hoping that the coming weekend will also bring more miles of dirt, gravel, and maybe even some singletrack if I can get motivated enough to drive somewhere.