When I woke up this morning, I checked the weather forecast on my phone. This is something I rarely do because regardless of whether it is hot or cold, the thermostats in both the bus I take to work and the rooms I teach in have minds of their own. I pack for all kinds of weather.
Today, though, the temperature was in single digits when I woke up and was predicted to barely clear that before noon. However, with no rain in the near future, I was undaunted and knew I was going out for a ride. It would be my first ride in 3 Saturdays, because a nagging cold and horrible weather cancelled my last two rides. I carelessly chose to wear what I normally wear and tried not to think of the temperature. I have some warmer kit, but none of it folds up into anything small if I decide not to wear it. Once I’ve got it on, it’s on till I get home. I briefly considered warmer sleeves, but the weather forecasting in Canada is not that reliable–or perhaps the weather is not that predictable. Who am I to say?
When I got to the meeting point, those who drove were having the internal debate about what to put on. I saw no fewer than four people put on warmer stuff and then take it off and throw it back in their cars. Those that chose to wear warm sleeves ended up taking them off later and stuffing them into their back pockets.
The ride was a pretty typical Eagles ride. We went north and made a large rectangle back to the start. Despite it sounding typical, the ride was anything but and features some interesting happenings. I rode in the C group as a recovery measure so I do not know what went on in the B group, but based on what I saw, there ride was just as dramatic as ours. These interesting things (in my group) included;
- Some kind of couple spat. Two of the riders in my group are a couple (status unknown to me because I didn’t figure it was any of my business). Just after our ride started, the male half of this couple stormed off. I hadn’t heard any altercation, but something must have happened or been said.
- One of my co-riders dropping her phone because she was trying to take pictures while riding. She had managed this feat earlier in the ride, but after telling me that she felt like she probably shouldn’t be doing that, she dropped her phone.
- After passing two group B riders who had mechanical issues (but who waved off any help from us), one of our group had a flat. Fortunately it was fixed quickly.
- We took a few roads I had never seen before. They were beautiful.
- I dropped my cycling computer off my bike. I heard something fall, but didn’t know what it was until I was a few hundred metres away and realized what had happened. It’s a Sigma 12 and not super expensive. It gives minimal data, but I do like it. Although, I have often thought of replacing it with a Garmin or Wahoo, neither of those things are really necessary. I cycled back but didn’t see it anywhere. I was afraid that it had ricocheted into the tall grass in the ditch. Had that happened I would never have found it. I was about to give up when I spotted it on the road ahead. I quickly picked it up and headed off to meet my group. Everything worked out in the end.
- On the way home, I stopped to take some wonderful pictures. It made for a slow ride home, but I think some of the pictures are keepers.
Just for the record: 83.31km with an elevation gain of 634m.