Yesterday our weather was chilly and kind of gray and gloomy, but at least it was dry. I've not biked much this year, so I said to myself, "Self, I better get out and do some pedaling." My Steamroller whines if I leave it sitting in the garage for too long. It likes to be ridden! I packed a snack and some warm clothes and kissed my wife, saying, "Wife, I gotta ride. I'll be back later."


I hit the MUP and rode to Salt Lake City, a scenic 32.5 miles away. The terrain is about as flat as can be, but I kept a fairly vigorous pace. On arriving in the city, I decided to reward myself with a late lunch of bratwurst, sauerkraut, and potato salad at Siegfried's German Deli.


As tough as I try (or at least pretend) to be, I'm really kind of a sissy most of the time. I caught the train back to my neighborhood, then just had an easy six mile ride home. By that time, it was dark and getting COLD.


This is one of my favorite longer rides, and I do it fairly often during the summer, on any/all of my bikes, with just a little variation in the route to keep it interesting.




Lying down for a little rest.




Made kind of artsy with iPhone picture effects.





The train is a welcome blessing at the end of a cold ride. The trick is carefully timing my arrival at the platform, because trains only arrive every 30 minutes on weekdays, every hour on Saturday. There is no indoor station, so waiting around is not fun. I've been tempted to ask strangers for a big hug sometimes, but I don't think that would go over well.