It was sunny and clear this morning, but the mid 50s F. was feeling mighty chilly to me, so I waited until about 10:30 am to launch. During that time I only ate a half a bagel with cream cheese. I once again launched at a caloric deficit. It was still feeling cold to me as I launched, so I wore the long bib and long sleeve jersey over the short sleeve. Crazy. When will I learn?
It was still worth riding, as always, but it was a bust day. I planned on doing maybe 40 miles at best. I ended up only doing 25.
I headed out North East with Gallows Hill as a way point. I ran into a guy named John D. cruising at an impressive clip with little apparent effort. I glommed onto his wheel and we chatted.
I so overdressed for the cold that John’s pace was making me max out. I’m sure he was aware of my shortness of breath. As we crested a hill and I began descending I hit some rough road and my bottle jumped out of its cage. I stopped as safely as possible and looked back to confirm that John dodged it. He had. I stopped and turned to retrieve the bottle, then kept going in the direction I had told him I was heading, and I held the fastest speed I could muster, hitting high 170s HR. As I turned off of Drum Hill road and headed North I saw him turn onto Nod Hill, where I had mentioned to him I was heading. That was the last I saw of him. He may have assumed I turned around, but if he simply wanted to keep his pace, that’s what I would have done as well. No sense waiting for someone who is struggling to maintain your pace. John is Master Class. I hope to ride with him again under better circumstances. John, you kick ass.
Meanwhile I started feeling a second wind after reluctantly accepting that I had pushed myself into an asthma attack and busting out the inhaler. I descended Indian Hill to the major intersection at rt 7 and Georgetown, which I flew through, hoping to keep momentum and make good time out to Gallows Hill. The light was with me. I had stopped the timer somewhere back in the confusion, and lost a chunk of the ride once again. Maybe I’ll set the Garmin back to auto-pause and see how it works out for my next ride.
As I passed through Georgetown, I got a flat in the rear tire. After this I decided to throw in the towel. Carrying the extra cloths on me was getting old quick.
Recently my tires were both at their end-of-life. Shelling out tire money at the end of the season hurts a bit, so I got clever last weekend and repaired two tires I have had sitting around. These tires had both suffered similar fates. They were victims of glass slices.
They are otherwise practically new. I repaired them by cutting strips of sidewall from an old tire, rubber cementing them into place on the inner tire wall, and covering the patch with a strip of electrical tape.
Both of them seem to be holding well. This flat was unrelated.
I pulled out my repair kit and decided to repair the puncture rather than use the spare tube. It was a quick repair and I was remounting the wheel and topping off the pressure when a concerned guy approached to confirm all was well. I thanked him for his kind gesture. Flat tires are unfortunately a common occurrence for me, so I have become adept at roadside repair. I may have lost significant weight this summer, but I am still a heavy rider in the mid to upper 170 lbs at my lightest. I use a tough and heavy tire (Maxxis reFuse) to minimize the flats on the rear wheel but they still occur far too frequently.