Bob and I hit the concrete trail once again Saturday morning. We fared a bit better on our second outing, increasing our round trip to 10.3 miles.
At one point, we stopped by the side of the trail for some water (yes, I remembered my bottle this time) and were passed by an elderly fellow who was out for a late morning walk. We passed him quickly after resuming our ride and cruised over a nice bit of the trail that was mostly level with a bit of a downhill grade. Bob pulled away from me and managed to get a good bit ahead. When I caught up, he hadn’t quite managed to dismount fast enough to look as though he’d been patiently waiting on the bench at the side of the trail.
I guzzled down much of my water and lamented about the heat, humidity and my general out-of-shapeness. “Oh, shit,” Bob said after a few minutes. “We’ve gotta go.”
The old man was rounding the corner, and for two strapping young cyclists such as ourselves to be twice overtaken by a walking senior citizen would simply not do. So off like a flash we went, and didn’t see the old man again until we were well into our return journey.
Our total ride time was just over an hour, according to my Schwinn SC-8 bicycle computer, but we were gone for closer to two hours. The computer doesn’t keep track of rest stops.
Bob, I’m told, cycled the route again today. Curses! Now I suppose I’ll need to find a nice 10-mile circuit starting from the house so that I don’t fall behind.