So it nudged 60 today, and anyone who didn't ride who physically could have is a communist.
I elected to take my Lemond as I didn't want to drag the bent out of the basement. It felt light and joyously supple, but after about 25 miles all the the aches and pains I was getting reminded me of why I ride a recumbent most of the time.
Unfortunately the ride was 35 miles, and I felt pretty beat up at the end.
The trainer also does not help you develop bike handling skills, which would have been useful on a day with black ice ambushes and pot holes that made the city streets look like the Battle of Verdun.
I met a Natural, some retired GI who started cycling a year ago and now can rip the legs off most of the cyclists out there. I enjoyed talking with him, and, as he uses Strava too, we now follow each other and may become BFF.
I suspect if a part of my body doesn't hurt in the morning, it's only because it doesn't have nerve fibers.