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03-08-09, 08:42 PM
"WHEN the bikes of spring are on winter’s traces,
The mother of months on trail or plain
Fills the shadows and riding places
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain..."
- Algernon Charles Schwinn-burne, 19th century wheelman and poet.
I spent all of the first warm Saturday in months moping around the house instead of riding. Sunday promised to be a repeat. However, I finally hit the proverbial wall. I dragged myself to the start of the Schuylkill River Trail in Port Providence/Mont Clare, and saddled up. One downstroke, a follow-through, and I was rolling.
And I was really rolling. Before I knew it I was clocking, and maintaining, 13 MPH. Freed from the cold and the heavy winter riding gear, I was unleashed. Despite the dead leaves and branches on the trail, patches of snow along the river, and the occasional ripple of rain, I had thrown off the traces of winter. I finished with 16 miles and a trip to the gym. And even in my lifting I went up a set of weights on at least half the machines I used.
All wasn't perfect, of course. I did push myself hard by riding so fast. I forgot my short-fingered gloves, and had to ride with an old set of long-fingered gloves I just happened to have in the car. My saddle is bothering me, and I'll probably have to switch it for another one. And silly me didn't notice that his tires were underinflated. But all in all, it was a good day. It's good to think you are the big dog. I should break my leash more often!
http://sukenickphotography.com/gallery/animals/Buddy%20on%20Rock.jpg
The mother of months on trail or plain
Fills the shadows and riding places
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain..."
- Algernon Charles Schwinn-burne, 19th century wheelman and poet.
I spent all of the first warm Saturday in months moping around the house instead of riding. Sunday promised to be a repeat. However, I finally hit the proverbial wall. I dragged myself to the start of the Schuylkill River Trail in Port Providence/Mont Clare, and saddled up. One downstroke, a follow-through, and I was rolling.
And I was really rolling. Before I knew it I was clocking, and maintaining, 13 MPH. Freed from the cold and the heavy winter riding gear, I was unleashed. Despite the dead leaves and branches on the trail, patches of snow along the river, and the occasional ripple of rain, I had thrown off the traces of winter. I finished with 16 miles and a trip to the gym. And even in my lifting I went up a set of weights on at least half the machines I used.
All wasn't perfect, of course. I did push myself hard by riding so fast. I forgot my short-fingered gloves, and had to ride with an old set of long-fingered gloves I just happened to have in the car. My saddle is bothering me, and I'll probably have to switch it for another one. And silly me didn't notice that his tires were underinflated. But all in all, it was a good day. It's good to think you are the big dog. I should break my leash more often!
http://sukenickphotography.com/gallery/animals/Buddy%20on%20Rock.jpg