Seems I Don't Melt

Well, it seems I can ride in the wet.

I just don’t like it. Here I was thinking it was a physical impossibility, but it turns out I don’t melt and its not that bad. But its not that great either.

My Sunday ride with the group was cancelled due to weather, but as it started to fine slightly by 7am, and a few hardy souls sent txt messages about a meet-up. I answered. Certainly not an earth-shattering ride but a ride nevertheless. We looped through Fig Tree Pocket, which is a hobby farm suburb of Brisbane and must be in a well disguised hollow as the temperature dropped several degrees once we rolled through the area.

With the roads still wet, and that basically didn’t change all morning, we nursed the bikes around the corners and even had some wheel-spin on steeper climbs. So there was no aggressive tactics or intimidation going on. Well almost. There was this one part where a certain person did gallop off down a long, gentle descent but no one was up to a response. Shame, but probably wise.

Ended with several coffees and a modest 65k on the odometer. Average was just on 29kph which is a measure of the road conditions really. Honest, we didn’t slack off much at all. But it counts in the bank of kms and will help down the road.

I’m planning the next run, just to keep Iliketoast happy, but I’m not rushing it as the legs were dead from last week’s twin jaunts. Me no likey sore legs.

T.

P.S. No sign of going near a pool as yet. But it will happen. Soon. ish.