There is rain coming. A fair bit, if forecasts are correct. By Friday, it should be downright wintry with a high forecast of only 11C (that is a cold day for us, even in mid-winter). But today is pretty perfect – clear skies, light winds of 7-12kph out of the west southwest, and a temp of 11C when I leave the house at 11.30am and 16C when I get home a few hours later. You cannot get more perfect weather than that – warm enough to ride in shorts and a t-shirt but cool enough you hardly sweat.
I take off toward Everton over the river flats, up the gentle hill to Everton Upper and then along the undulating edge of the valley to Eldorado. From here it is back across the valley, over the river on the next bridge down and then home. It’s 55kms all up. We did 50kms on Saturday, so I am happy with that amount and my body’s response for the weekend. For most of 2018 and 2019, I couldn’t ride more than 30kms without doing myself harm. So we are improving….
My puncture wounds are doing really well, too, and I expect the top wound to close this week. There are no signs of infection, and the first 14 days are supposed to be the real danger period. We are now past that. The area is still very tender to the touch, and the hematomas are still ugly purple, hard and lumpy. It does hurt to hit bumps where you vibrate/shake your flesh, so I stick to sealed roads today.
Here are some pics from around the valley.
And the video below is how I think a lot of people feel at the moment. I’m amazed at the amount of time people have on their hands, and all the things people are doing at home to stave off boredom. I am definitely not bored. My life is just as busy as ever with work, study, household chores and getting out on the bike. I’m too busy, and behind on things as usual!
This is not the best Stooges song. I just thought it was appropriate. I’m currently watching a 4-part documentary series on PUNK, and so some of The Stooges and The Ramones songs have been in my head on this ride because of that. I never really got into The MC5, Blondie or the New York Dolls, but I loved the Stooges and Ramones (and still do – the birth of punk was before my birth, but had I been old enough in the 70s to listen to music other than Sesame Street, I would have been disgusted with all the easy listening and disco and found my tribe in punk even then. I discovered punk at age 12 and worked backward from Husker Du, the Dead Kennedys, Black Flag, Fugazi and Minor Threat, etc to the pioneers of the genre).
Here is where we went. This is a pretty standard ride for me, but it won’t be once the magpies start, as this route has some pretty aggressive ones on it that actually throw themselves at your helmet.