Today I took my new Road bike out to ride with the faster group in our club ride. The road bike group has a longer route and usually adds some climbs in their rides. To be honest the ride turned out to be a lot different than I expected.
I thought I would be dropped like a bad habit within the first three or four miles but I held on to the pack for about 8 miles and didnít lose sight of them till we got to the bottom of an 8-mile canyon climb. If any of you have read any of my posts you will remember that climbing is not one of my favorite things. About two miles into the climb I told one of the riders that had stayed back to show me the way to take off and I would catch him on his way back down the canyon. I managed to keep plugging away till we got to mile 7 when I noticed most of the riders coming back down.
I didnít know where the turn around point was so I turned around when I didnít see any more riders coming in my direction and turned around with the hope that they were going to stop back at the bottom of the canyon to regroup. About a mile and a half later I pulled up behind one of our stronger club riders as he was putting on a windbreaker. When he took off again I managed to hold on to his back wheel till we caught most of the other rides and we did stop at the bottom of the canyon.
Once we were all back together we proceeded to a coffee shop and discussed the days ride.
What was my impression? I was tired, my saddle felt hard and I didnít climb very well. However I recovered faster than I expected, I will get used to the saddle, and I will climb better next time. My average speed was the fastest it has been and that was for a ride 10 miles longer than I normally ride, 35 rather than 25.
I didnít get any pictures during the ride. It was all I could do to get oxygen.