Finally got out for a ride. Mucinex sufficiently clogged the holes in my dripping sinuses enough that I could get out on the bike. Heather and Pete and I made it a little bit of a — ahem — recovery day, me from my day of hacking cough, them from the wicked climbe that Jim took them up on Saturday. We decided on an out and back, that turned into an out-and-bread-and-cheese-and-back ride. We would have gotten the wine, but $10 for a tasting (it was a big glass) would have left us a few dollars short, so we just devoured some flatbread and goat herb cheese.
Part of our course followed the time trial of the Tour de California and we got to follow in the direction the pros rode on the way back. I can't believe those guys take some of those downhill curves in their aerobars. Dude.
The ride was amazing — ly windy! But so green, and warm, and DRY! Gorgeous. This is what I came for. And despite still recovering from being sick, I felt really strong.
Yesterday's ride:
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