Get Off My Trail
Dark cloud provided welcome relief from the heat and a bit of an early morning soak. Not to worry, when the clouds broke and the sun emerged any water on my skin or jersey quickly boiled off. There’s a deer in the last photo. The ride – Porcupine Dam, Utah The bike – TIME VRS Fluidity
I chose a different route to Hyrum hoping to avoid the chip seal only to find that route chip sealed as well. On the way to Paradise the road was clear but there were trucks full of gravel standing by which was an indication of the horror to come. My return trip was dammed by hot tar and and road crews preparing to turn asphalt
My connection between Nibley and Hyrum has been totally ruined by the road ruiners who dump tar and loose rock all over the road in the name of “maintenance”. What we get are crappy gravel roads that shatter windshields, chip paint and ruin otherwise perfect bike rides. May the shame of these terrible practices haunt all those who continued this cursed disgrace while they rot
What was intended as a short ride turned into a bunch of miles and a bunch of climbs during those miles. The ride – Paradise The bike – TIME VRS Fluidity
Some days neither heart nor lungs feel like contributing much to the ride. I gave up on any chance at speed and performance early on and instead let my mind wander and observe the stunning beauty of Cache Valley mornings. The ride – Porcupine Dam, Utah The bike – TIME VRS Fluidity
Took a bit of a diversion and rode through Mendon and Wellsville before climbing in Mt Sterling and Meridian road. The ride – Mendon, Wellsville, Mt Sterling and Paradise. The bike – TIME VRS Fluidity
Covering all the Ps this morning. I’m a wimp when it comes to the cold lately and was worried about freezing. Turns out it was a perfect temperature. I need to learn that Apple Weather is filled with lies. When the sun is out it is plenty warm even if my phone tells me the temperature is in the 50s. I ran into an invisible
Morning road bike ride against my nemesis – the Cache Valley wind. My body is still worn out from too many late night rides. There’s something about wind that saps your body of energy and motivation and my legs spent most of the first part of the ride whining about how hard life is these days. My heart just hung out and enjoyed the ride.
I awoke this morning to hazy skies and brisk mountain air. I find it easiest to decide the night before where I plan on riding to avoid last minute indecision. With all the smoke last night and the barrage of meetings I would face through the day I had told myself that I would make a quick run out to Paradise and back for a
Praying as I pedal that this not be the path on which I pass I am particular about picking a path vacant of the petroleum powered population conveyors that power people from point to point out here in Paradise. I pass ponies and pastures. A phone call, Shimano will warranty my cassette but the parts cannot arrive by parcel until July is past and August