|One of the many beautiful farms I passed today|
Yesterday, I made the mistake of taking an easy day. I chose to catch up on housework, grocery shopping and the rest of domestic chores versus ride after work. I knew the forecast was calling for wind today, but it was also supposed to get into the 60's--something I haven't experienced since last fall. I also knew I didn't have to work today, which took the pressure off and would allow me to ride my own pace. When I woke this morning, I cringed. I could already hear the wind howling at 6am. Damn. I also knew I had to get some miles in if I were to be anywhere near the shape I needed to ride Almanzo in a couple weeks.
|There was no way I could pass my favorite goats without saying hello. They|
have gotten so big! Almost six weeks old now.
|A very cool house that was featured in my favorite magazine, Dwell|
As I neared the top of my last big hill, swear words were taken far away with the wind. No one should have to hear a cyclist say these things as they climb. I turned onto what is usually one of my favorite stretches, Schneider road. This road is a play land, a spot to paceline and sprint, a place to test how much I have left in me before hitting home. Nope, not this time. Instead, I was nearly pushed off the road three times with gusts. Damn that tricky bastard. I would have given the wind the finger but I was to afraid to take my hands off my bars.
|Freshly burned prairie|