Monday, July 21, 2014

Short Ride with Debbie

Hip and knee pain kept me off the bike for a couple weeks, but yesterday I felt good enough to try the short ride via Crystal and Broadway with our friend, Debbie. Felt much better this time. Looking forward to more.

Weather: 80°F, sunny, light breeze, moderate humidity
Terrain: rolling, some shade
Distance: 6.3mi
Speed: (avg) 12.1mph; (max) 36mph;
Avg Cadence: 73rpm 

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Short Ride with Judy

Rode the short ride via Crystal and Broadway with Judy today. She let me set the pace, pretty much the same as it has been, but today, don't know if it was from battling the wind, but I got home tired. Up until now my rides had left me feeling refreshed, and I had enjoyed marginal improvement in my ability to sustain an anaerobic effort, and noticeable improvement in recovery rate since my coronary artery stent surgery last July. Today I found I was having to abbreviate my anaerobic bursts, and taking much longer to recover -- more like before my surgery. We'll see what develops in upcoming rides...

Weather: 82°F, sunny, wind: W 20-30mph, moderate humidity
Terrain: rolling, some shade
Distance: 6.3mi
Speed: (avg) 11.8mph; (max) 34mph;
Avg Cadence: 69rpm 

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Fun Day with Debbie

Judy and I had a lovely day and a nice ride in Chester today with our dear friend Debbie. I won the "Little Old Lady Award, averaging 10 mph.
Weather: 77°F, sunny, with a gusty wind
Terrain: hilly
Distance: 9mi
Speed: (avg) 10mph; (max) 38mph;
Avg Cadence: 66rpm

Friday, July 4, 2014

Two Little Old Ladies

(by Tony) Had a nice ride with friend and neighbor Preston today between the storm fronts:
Weather: 77°F, cloudy, still, very muggy
Terrain: rolling
Distance: 6.3mi
Speed: (avg) 11.7mph; (max) 36.4mph;
Avg Cadence: 67rpm

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

A Little Bicycling Ditty

A little bicycling ditty I wrote many moons ago: 'The Black Forest -- a Memory'

Together up the shady winding paths,
Where tall trees sing in slumber's silent tones,
Laughing, we rode our bicycles alone
High into the silent sleeping clouds
That crowned the mountain up whose side we rode.

And the clouds in their waking yawned and stretched and rained
And rained and rained and poured. And we rode on
Until we dribbled and giggled our way
Into a shed, (placed there, no doubt, for us,)
And ate liverwurst on buttered bread.

A mostly true story inspired by a trip I took as a wee child through the Black Forest in Germany.