Saturday attempted 150 and came up short 30 miles. 5 miles out and wondered if I remembered my shorts. Quick inspection confirmed I didn't and returned home. There they were, just as I left them, on the Burley. Now the temperature was up so stripped the long leggings, removed the wool and relayered in cotton shirts. Wondered if this foretold how the remainder of the ride would shake out.
Rode well until one mile from the first break, when speed slowed due to a half flat. Located the near invisible sliver wire, swapped tube and rolled to the CO OP for a fuel stop. Acquired grub and when the cashier asked if I had a card; said no but do you get any points for riding 39 miles to get here? She winked entered the code and instant discount. Love flows when one bends a rule.
Retraced the route across the causeway and guess a shortcut to the River trial. Success came with another flat and calculating miles remaining, number of spares verses tire cartridges decided patch the tube. Mounted up and 5 miles later, on a quick, decline S turn, got another message stating gravity may not be your friend. Traversing the apex the rear slid and steering became interesting. Recovered only because elbows were bent and speed was less than 15 mph....bad patch placement the culprit and took time making repair right.
Turn around at 78 miles found me chatting up Glen look alike. Headed out and found myself pulling 18+. Held that for 10 miles before backing off to 15. Another short break at 100 and legs became stone. Headwind didn't suggest I had to work for it, the dragon said not today. Full tuck averaged 10 mph while spokes hummed an off tune key. Fought to stay the bike lane and realized putting a buck fifty on the belt belongs to another day. Averaged 13.7