I went for a quick spin around the block to satisfy our mutual craving for Ben and Jerry's best flavor.
The Newtons are for tomorrows' ride. I'm shooting for back to back 60 milers this weekend, though the wind may have different plans for me.
Schwalbe calls this an expedition tire. I imagine expeditions to be in primitive, foreign countries, which probably makes riding on these tires overkill for me. I will be going on a four day, 220 mile trip across northern Wisconsin next month however, so I guess that counts.
They are 2.15 inches wide, so they fill out the fenders quite nicely.
I put 15 miles on them tonight to see how they roll. As I expected, they seem to be a little slower than the Marathon Supremes they replaced. I'm not usually in too much of a hurry, so I think I can live with that. On the plus side, they are probably the most stable tires I have ever ridden. I feel like I could ride just about anywhere on them, and maybe I will.
After 2 years of riding my LHT, I've finally gotten skinny. It's just not the skinny I was hoping for.
At a little over 5,000 miles, my rear Marathon Supreme bought the farm.
I just ordered a new set of tires on Friday, and was hoping it would last until the new ones came, but it was not to be. It had developed a pretty good sized bulge so I didn't think it would be safe to push my luck with it.
Good news though, Trish still had the original tires that came with her Trucker in the garage, so at least I have something to use until mine arrive later this week.
Bad news, they're only 1.5 inches wide compared to the 2.0 inches that I have come to know and love.
We've lived in our house for almost 8 years now, and although I knew this little lake existed just 2 1/2 miles from us, I had never actually seen it.
It's just amazing what you can notice by just paying a little attention.
Today's ride, at 1.25 miles, was our shortest ride of the month, if not ever.
It was raining, it was windy, and it was 40 degrees.
Not that we're complaining.
We were on our bikes, we were outside, and we were together.
That's about all we can ask for.
Now that I'm well rested, I'll share a bit of the scenery from yesterday's ride.
The roads were still wet from the previous day's rain when I left the house at 7 A.M. Worms were everywhere. I did my best to not run over them, but judging by the number of carcasses all over my bike by the end of the morning, I didn't do that great of a job.
After 11 miles of riding, I finally got to my first windbreak. Thank you trees! Unfortunately, it only lasted for a mile and a half before I had to turn back into the wind.
Once I crossed Hwy. 53 I passed an osprey nest and was lucky enough to see the pair in flight.
This is a folksy little restaurant that's only open during the summer. Looks like I'm a little early.
It's nice to have a sign telling you what the windspeed is.
Rolling Graffiti-Bringing big city atmosphere to the country.
My first chance to take advantage of a tailwind. It felt like I hardly had to pedal.
1 mile of 4 lane is 1 mile too many. Even though there is a wide shoulder, there is just too much traffic. I'm much more comfortable on a lightly traveled 2 lane, even without a shoulder.
This is what happens when you don't close your bag after stopping for a snack break. I had six Fig Newmans, but was only able to save four (the 10 second rule does not apply when outside). I'm sure a crow had a nice treat.
The pavement has to end eventually. I think about 18 miles of my ride was on gravel. All with a tailwind.
Sun, Wind, Trees
Back to pavement, with my friends here blocking the wind for me.
More nice scenery.
By this point the wind speed was 30mph, gusting to 40. I had to lean quite a bit to stay upright.
I was home around 2:30 and ended with 85.1 miles. I would have gone for a century, but I didn't want to burn myself out. There are still 16 more days to ride this month and I don't want to miss a single one.