Yesterday, Tony and I clipped in at noon and proceeded to ride from the Lucks Lane parking area near the hospital to the SM clubhouse for another coffee and cobbles ride. To our surprise, we were greeted by the Don, coffee in hand, but no SM kit. I turn to Tony, "looks like were going this one alone." Where'd everybody go today...?
But that's the beauty of the SM. I was not alone and neither was Tony. We were clipped in and pointed to the river. And wouldn't you know, along the way we picked up more black, white, red, and green jerseys. By the time we crossed the bridge and began to climb up Cary Street, what started as 2 guys was now 5 strong.
Hills and cobbles, cobbles and hills and 5 committed guys on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
I love the look of those black jerseys around city streets (that climb up Broad was a bitch of a climb today -- maybe the climb of the day!) and in the big ring whenever we could muster the power. By the time we hit 23rd, my thighs were toast and the cobbles were shaking my body to the marrow (did I say we climbed that in the big ring?) and there was Tony passing me by like I was standing still. What the hell?
So the 5 of us met up at the coffee shop... and whoa! what the? It's always satisfying to see familiar bikes leaning poetically in the sun along a red brick exterior. After a coffee and 5 minutes on a nice, soft couch (a tease, really), we were on our way.
Some miles later, along the river, I was beginning to feel the weight of all those hills on my legs. Thinking that what began as a two man ride, swelled to 5 then 7, was now back down to 3 after a couple quick good-byes and nods of the helmet.
Pedal pedal pedal...
There's a lot of weight to carry on the legs in a small group
Pedal pedal pedal...
Flip your switch and get home.
Pedal pedal pedal...
Soreness starts settling in midway up Old Gun.
Pedal pedal pedal...
Almost home.
Tony and I keep trading turns in that all too familiar quietness that often blankets the last few miles of a good, hard ride. I really enjoy digging deep into that challenging time. This is when the muscles take over and the brain begins to play silly games and you begin thinking about food, a warm shower, the couch... ahhh, the couch!
Monday, February 16, 2009
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as Don Vito will let you know - I'm a wus with a compact (50/34 no less) and a 25 rear cog, so I should be able to climb up a wall w/o any effort.
That was a great ride, despite the drumming you took on FB.
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