Been away the past week or so and away from the computer - a bit of a blog-cation if you will. But have been getting some good rides in preparation for my bike trip in high country next week.
Most of my rides have been on gravel country roads on the CX bike. Endless rolling gravel country roads with Chinese punk cover song of a John Denver lick stuck in your head might be much for some, but I like it.
Lock at Buckhorn on the Trent Severn Waterway.
I spent most of my country road rides around the Bobcaygeon (yes, like the Hip song - one of my favourite Hip songs by the way) and Peterborough area. Very little traffic during the day in the middle of the week - stay off them during the weekends though....it's a madhouse people vacating the cities and towns heading north to their cottages.
Keep an eye on the sky.
The winds kicked and really began to blow - check out the dust flying even after the first few heavy drops of rain fell.
I was 95 km into a long ride when the sky turned dark and the wind began to howl. It was a tough day on the bike with winds gusting up to 40 km/hr, seemingly mostly straight at me. When the skies blackened and the winds let loose I thought I was going to be in the middle of a hurricane. Managed to claw my way to a gas station for shelter.
I hid out under an overhang outside the country gas station a little disappointed in not finishing the 125 kms or so that I had set out to do, but more so in the closed chip truck(same chip truck that Stu pigged out last year in July).
It got cold, and I got scared.....not because the of the progressively sour turning atmospheric conditions, but because of the closed up chip truck that I starred at while waiting for the cavalry to arrive and give me a lift home.
Then it poured and thundered & lightening. Meh, could have come at a worse time.