With no chance of getting on the trail over the weekend and tiring of short trips to the store and back, I finally broke down and took the road bike out for a spin. With only 15 p.s.i. in the tires I knew it had been a while since I’d been on it, and I also knew that it wouldn’t be much fun for me unless I had some kind of destination. Going out for a Strava-based hammer fest just isn’t fun.
So I hit the road.
It was one of the most beautiful days we’ve had here in
Charlotte in a long
time. Cool temps, clear skies, and light
traffic would make for a pleasant ride.
Just in case, I put on my high visibility yellow DeFeet socks.
The road out of my side of town was a little busy, but eventually I found a new road that doesn’t really get any use yet. It even had a bike lane.
I headed north, and I have to say that I was kind of enjoying the ride. I mean, I was outside riding on a bike. Not exactly the kind of bike I wanted to be riding, but it was good enough that day. My destination was The CyclePath, since I figured hanging out there would break up the monotony of road riding.
They even had VIP bike parking.
I rolled in just as a group of roadies had just finished their road ride. They looked really serious, and I’m glad I wasn’t part of that shit. I hung out in the shop for a while, helping out when I could. I like to “work” there, especially since they always seem to get really busy when I walk in. The rest of the time I just sat there checking out the Niner demo fleet they had.
It was time to go. After only seventeen miles I wasn’t tired, but I knew the ride home would be boring. I decided that I would slow down the pace a bit and see if I could have a little fun. Just down the road from the shop, I spotted a veterans memorial so I stopped to check it out. As a former soldier in the Army, I thought I should get a photo.
Back on the road, I took time to enjoy the ride. Looking for something else to do, I found a yard sale.
Were the Dirt Divas selling off their stuff? Weird.
Four miles into my return trip, I was bored already. I decided to stop for some
I mean damn, I am a Drunk Cyclist you know.
That was the best beer they had in the cooler. So sad.
Back on the road, I got ready for the rest of my boring journey. All of a sudden, I spotted something out of the corner of my eye.
I quickly pulled over, parked my bike, and walked inside.
“Is this heaven?” I asked
“Yes”, said the shopkeeper.
They had lots of beer on tap too, but I knew I couldn’t hang out all day (for fear of not making it back home.) So, I grabbed something to go and hit the road again.
Not bad for a road ride.