It was a glorious day to take Noah swimming. Lisa headed off to her parents place, leaving me time to ride and take care of some chores. After that we were going to prepare for the week, and watch the Tour.
I set off with Jenni, headed for my local loop with its climbs, swoopy descents, and dappled sunlight. Hold that thought.
We ran into John and Mike out for their own lovely spin. The weather was truly spectacular. Ok. Back to Dappling.
The dappled sunlight will kill you on a decent. It hides all sorts of road issues… such as abyss like pot holes. I saw the monster at the last second, cleverly hiding in the shadows next to a bright patch of sunlight, but I failed to completely hop the crevasse. I ejected my super bright stealth Planet Bike tail light when my rear wheel hit the front lip, but there was no point in stopping as it shattered in the roadway. The entire light didn’t fly off the mount as is so often the case, no, no. Here the light split itself wide open leaving the back in the mount. And while I didn’t know it at that moment, I untrued my back wheel with the same hit. Ow.
We decided to take the longer way around, which included hopping off one’s bike to cross a bridge that is closed to car traffic and headed for route 17 (not a particularly pleasant road to ride on because of the speed of the car traffic. We managed however to stay out of trouble, even during the nasty transition where cars exit left to continue on into NJ, and we hold out lane to get back to stay in NY.
We stopped for some drinks, and as we got into the quieter sections I heard the dreaded rhythmic rubbing sound. Next chance I got I hopped off my bike, spun the rear wheel, grimaced when I saw the deflection of the the untrue wheel, opened the rear brakes and pushed them off center. I hopped back on and continued.
This is where Jenni tells the story of her bonk. I don’t tell other people’s bonk stories, because, well, each of those folks has crawled along with me and my bonks, with nary a complaint or mention ever. That said, I’ve never seem Jenni bonk like she did yesterday. Not even close.
After I got home and cleaned up I realized I had one more chore to add to the list since I now had to get my rear wheel trued (and frankly inspected) on top of the other stuff. The key chore however was gassing up the Grill tank and buying the parts I needed to rebuild it. Somewhat organized, I made my way, got the parts I needed, my wheel and heart were true again and while batting the last of the yellow jackets out of my way rebuilt the grill in time to pile some “snausages” on there (Snausages being my borrowed term for the all veggie tofu “sausages” we’ve been eating as an occasional treat).
Very soon after Lisa and sleeping Noah returned from their day of splashing and fun. Noah woke up briefly, demanded a movie (since no one could manage to get the DVD player at his grandparents to work) and promptly fell back to sleep. Lisa and I enjoyed a quiet meal, and preparations for the week ensued. We fell asleep watching a fairly boring bit of Tour. Noah was up by 4:30am, ready to start his day. Me? Not so much. Allez!