Last Friday, I drove to Solvang for the first double of the season. Forecasters promised rain, so I shelved the newly-repaired Llewellyn and went with my fendered Spectrum. Checked into the hotel and dressed for a ride. I hadn’t been on this bike in over a year, so definitely needed a shake-down ride. Rode into the wind, westbound on Highway 246, then north on
Drum Canyon Road -- also into the wind -- and back for 70 minutes. When I returned to the hotel, my sit bones weren’t feeling good. So I decided to raise the saddle. By half a centimeter. It’s not as bad as it sounds – on the ride I’d wear my Riivos that have a thicker sole than the Rocket 7s I wore on this ride. So, yes, a different bike, a new position, and different shoes. I also felt a bit cramped with the 10cm stem that was on the bike. Stupid? Very much so! Oh well, what the hell. Kevin Thornton came by in the evening. We’d met online and would ride this double together.
Solvang Spring Double. Sucked. First 101 miles took 5:32 at 19.1mph. The return took 7:40 at what felt like 12 mph into 15-25mph headwinds. Fucking demoralizing. The wind did a complete 180 from the day before. Had this double been of Friday, we would have finished at least 1:30 earlier. Last year’s 90 miles of rain was better than this. Glad I brought the fendered bike, it made the rain stay away until late evening, but I wonder if my fenders were catching the wind and slowing me down. Funny thing is legs felt OK at the end of the ride and responded well to efforts with no hint of cramping. There was severe brain cramping, however. I’m pissed at this ride and it’s all wind-related. Fuck it; don’t want to write about it anymore.
Oh yeah, the bike fit and the shoes worked out just fine.