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I did my last ride in Houston today. Tomorrow the Fuji gets readied to ship and packed. The fixie is already there.
I rode to Memorial Park and rode the Picnic Loop a few times, then rode home the long way on some of my favorite stretches. I had a good ride. I was in the upper HRM training zone for most of the ride. It felt good to exert like that. I hit 34 but could only hold it for short time it was sprint-like it was so short. I was watching cadence and could feel I must be cruising. I switched the computer over to mph and was hppy to see it inch up toward 35, getting so excited. When I saw it dip back to 33 from 34 I shouted "F%*k!" and laughed a bit because I was lactated out I suppose and couldn’t pull it back up. Dammit, when will I be able to just ride and be doing that for a long stretch. Ugh!
My next ride will be in a town that goes out of it’s way to make bicycles part of traffic and cares about the safety of cyclists. Houston hasn’t even scratched the surface on being that kind of place. Houston sucks. It really does. It has no personality, no "feel". The drivers suck, the people are all disgruntled all the time, it is humid beyond explanation, it floods a lot and the list goes on.
Day after tomorrow I fly to my wife and our new home! CA, and real hills, here I come!
Peace!
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