Bike? What is this “bike” you speak of? This word is unfamiliar to me…
Actually got out and rode around on Wednesday. The old saying, “it’s like riding a bike,” definitely holds true – it always hurts, it always kicks your ass, and it’s always somehow fun (even if it hurts and kicks your ass). The tires were covered with lint and dog hair on the bottoms from sitting immobile for over half-a-year. The fuzz patches stayed in place even through the fast sections, clinging between the lugs of the sticky Rubber Queens even against the wind and rotational vectors. It was a little distracting, so I rode through the grass to remove them. There was some construction going on my normal loop, so I had to make some adjustments to the routine. I didn’t push hard since I didn’t want to break anything (on me, not the bike) as I haven’t been riding in like forever, so the numbers will reflect this. During the ride, the knees hurt, the legs burnt a little, and the lungs and heart weren’t quite up to the task, but the limiting factor really was the ability to sit on that little seat for an extended period of time. One day later, the back of my neck was sore, and my calves were tight. Even so, the discomfort paled against the feeling of the afternoon wind and the pure, simple rush of speed.
D = 10.86 km (6.75-miles), Vavr = 15.4 km/h (9.6-mph), Vmax = 39.9 km/h (24.8-mph), T = 42-minutes
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