This made me a little misty-eyed for many reasons: a cyclist lost, the ability to ride that distance and in those conditions, the camaraderie of a good ride, the discomfort and reward of winter riding.
I grew up in the upper Midwest, and I now live in a region where “summer weather” spans May through September. It’s wearying and maddening; I sometimes get angry at the heat and its too-long season. Right now, though, we’re having another cold, rainy day, which makes me so happy. It’s nice to have riding space all to myself, the way I did all winter. I rode 1500 miles from November through April; cold-weather riding works for me.
WEDNESDAY IS HILL DAY Earlier this week, we took the back roads to Nyack for the first time in a few months. Phil had a great day and destroyed all the big climbs of the day, not to mention pulling us the entire way home on 9W.