That’s the one word that stuck in my head between mile 11.0 and 11.5 on tonight’s ride (see elevation chart below). Headed right into the brutal stiff wind and up a steep, short hill, on my single speed on March 15th. I was overcomitted. :lol:
I made it though, and made the rest of the ride, although turning east in Waterford, then north outside of Waterford wasn’t exactly enjoyable. The short slog up 36 was brutal, then Norway Hill right near the end made me appreciate my effort even more.
Crank arm came loose at around mile 16 – didn’t have a large enough allen wrench, luckily the house I was by did :)
I met a roadie on Bridge road above the river. I think he noticed I was on a single speed, because the look on his face was “You gotta be f-ing insane” – he was going head-on into the breeze, and there’s nothing above the river blocking it on that hill. It can be a bad spot.
Quite an eventful ride.
