Got home last night to find that my wife had ordered Dominos Pizza. I dig pizza, but was hoping to get in a few miles last night. Having no self-control whatsoever, I had the meat-lover's pizza anyway. Later on after putting the kids to bed I got out on the road and immediately felt the brick of unhealthy food rotting in my stomach but kept pressing on. Climbed my first hill which wasn't terribly noteworthy, but the "food" in my stomach really made me feel pretty physically lousy and made the hill seem much worse than it actually was. At the top of the hill while it felt like my HR was through the roof and I was unable to breathe in/out deeply, I started burping up pizza. Being a man of conviction however, I promptly swallowed it back down though. We just paid for this stuff and I'm not about to spit up $2.00 worth of pizza on the side of the road.

On the descent on the other side of the hill the road runs alongside Lake Stevens for about 1/4 - 1/2 mile and I was riding along with a slight tailwind, but not really pushing it when I heard a motorcycle coming up behind me. I kept my spot in the road but moved over far enough to give him room to pass comfortably. Instead a guy on a Harley came up beside me slowly and with a smile on his face hollered "you know you're doing about 25?" I grinned and acknowledged him and then promptly pulled into his slipstream after he slowly continued past me. He kept his eye on me in his mirrors and then with a grin of his own promptly punched it for a couple of seconds. I jumped out of the saddle and sprinted back up to him - both of us with grins on our faces again, and held his wheel for another 100 yards or so as he'd slowed back down. As he approached another turn there were some folks doing some yard work who looked up as we approached and the biker pointed over his shoulder with his thumb while grinning (insinuating a "LOOK at this guy!"). We chatted it up for a minute afterwards, but parted ways at the next stop sign.

I promptly burped up and then swallowed my pizza again. And again. It doesn't taste as great the 3rd time.

Lesson learned: I dig the route I chose and the weather was literally perfect for an evening ride, but made an awful choice on the pre-ride dinner.

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