My last few rides have highlighted my journey to Dolomite fitness. I’m not saying I’m ready, I’m just saying it has been a journey.
Here are the snapshots and my interpretation thereof:
Riding through Medina in short sleeves I was reminded of a ride on the same route with El Chefe’ where it was raining so hard a driver stopped and commented that we must be crazy or studs. Those miserable miles built the base for this summer.
Thaw me out come June.....
Starting my morning bike commute at five thirty AM sans headlight on dry pavement was a treat. In the light I could see the potholes and road iron that often “surprised” me on those dark winter commutes. My Showers Pass Jacket hangs ready in the garage where it will rest all summer long.
In a rare move I added the south end of Mercer to a ride and although I kept the effort moderate I seemed to be flying. I had to double check my surroundings because the hill seemed so easy I wasn’t sure if I had really passed it. Increasing the power felt as easy as turning the knob on the radio.
What the hell would you use these for ??
I was searching for a particular glove in the back of a drawer and came across the thick winter gloves that had been standard issue back in January. They looked so cumbersome and out of place I found it hard to imagine actually wearing them.