Today I took my first 100k ride of the year to...where else?...Point Lookout.
The day was fairly warm, topping out at about 18C (64F), though the temperature dropped a few degrees as I neared the ocean, from which brisk breezes blew. I didn't mind: along my entire ride, scarcely a cloud cluttered the sky.
The last time I rode to the Point, I saw almost no cars along the roads. The playground and playing fields were deserted. As I recall, it was a Suday not long before Christmas, and people were at home or in bars, watching (American) football on TV. Apparently, one of the local teams was in the playoffs, or was vying for a spot in them.
Today, though, more cars and even vans rumbled down the streets leading to the Point. And, when I got there, the parking area was full.
I soon realized why. It's Saturday in mid-April, which means kids are playing baseball. Someone told me Little League season had just begun.
While some kid on the ballfield did something to make his family and friends cheer, other kids perched on rocks jutting out from oncoming waves, terrified at their mother or grandmother or somoene who was screaming at them to pose for a picture.
They all left, but I would have been happier, I think, if just the grown-ups (alleged) had gone. Whatever. I got to hear the surf throbbing against rocks.
Tosca, my Mercian fixed-gear bike, enjoyed everything at least as much as I did. I chose her for the ride because I actually hadn't planned to go to Point Lookout--or any other place in particular--when I got on my bike. I reasoned that if I took a shorter ride, I'd still get a good workout from spinning her fixed gear. As it happened, she took me to Point Lookout today. I am happy.
The day was fairly warm, topping out at about 18C (64F), though the temperature dropped a few degrees as I neared the ocean, from which brisk breezes blew. I didn't mind: along my entire ride, scarcely a cloud cluttered the sky.
The last time I rode to the Point, I saw almost no cars along the roads. The playground and playing fields were deserted. As I recall, it was a Suday not long before Christmas, and people were at home or in bars, watching (American) football on TV. Apparently, one of the local teams was in the playoffs, or was vying for a spot in them.
Today, though, more cars and even vans rumbled down the streets leading to the Point. And, when I got there, the parking area was full.
I soon realized why. It's Saturday in mid-April, which means kids are playing baseball. Someone told me Little League season had just begun.
While some kid on the ballfield did something to make his family and friends cheer, other kids perched on rocks jutting out from oncoming waves, terrified at their mother or grandmother or somoene who was screaming at them to pose for a picture.
They all left, but I would have been happier, I think, if just the grown-ups (alleged) had gone. Whatever. I got to hear the surf throbbing against rocks.
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Tosca, my Mercian fixed-gear bike, enjoyed everything at least as much as I did. I chose her for the ride because I actually hadn't planned to go to Point Lookout--or any other place in particular--when I got on my bike. I reasoned that if I took a shorter ride, I'd still get a good workout from spinning her fixed gear. As it happened, she took me to Point Lookout today. I am happy.
100 miles on a fixed-gear, that is amazing and a workout for sure:)
ReplyDeleteOups, not miles but kilometers, nevertheless impressive.
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DeleteChris--"Oups": Is that French for "oops"?
ReplyDeleteThank you for the compliment!
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