Wind and Water

Saturday at the Spillway. Remind me not to stand next to the tallest guy next time.

Our winter weather roller coaster is still rolling along as usual. It always seems that the end of January and the beginning of February are the most difficult. I went out Tuesday morning despite the predicted High Wind Warning that was scheduled to begin around noon (30-40 mph, gusts to 55) and unsurprisingly rode mostly alone. Given the strong ESE wind and temperature in the 40s I made the executive decision to turn back at The Dip, logging 33 decidedly Zone 02 miles. It was still very windy for the WeMoRi the following day, although by then the wind had shifted around more out of the northwest. Turnout was predictably lower than usual but not too bad under the circumstances. With the group's speed swinging from 16 to 30 mph, depending on the direction, I got in a bit of intensity, albeit not in the usual places.

Thursday was kind of a repeat of Tuesday, but with a little less wind. Again, I rode mostly alone, and again, I turned back at The Dip. I wasn't in the mood for a fight so it was a pretty easy ride.

Friendly Friday on Lakeshore Drive

Then on Friday I went out to meet the Friendly Friday group with the temperature still in the 40s. By then the north wind had subsided a bit, resulting in a reasonably friendly pace. If I'd needed a recovery ride, this would have been good, but I really didn't have much from which to recover. 

For Saturday I was scheduled for a ride out to the Spillway with the Tulane riders. This was the first part of an in-town "training camp" weekend for them. Fortunately the temperature was on the rise by the time we started, around 8:00 am. I was a bit overdressed as usual, especially considering that there was a good bit of sunshine. The temperature was probably around 56° when we started, but nearly 70° by the time we finished. Fortunately the pace was pretty easy since the 50 mile ride was a bit of a stretch for a few of the riders who hadn't been doing much in the way of training lately. Still, it was a nice ride. Arriving back at the club's University Square HQ we ordered pizza and hung around for a while. 

That evening was a meetup for dinner at the big outdoor patio at Barracuda on Tchoupitoulas, which was nice. At that point the weather forecast for Sunday was not looking very good and they decided to do a little "intro to weight training" session at the Reily Center instead of a ride. I was leaving my options open since I was feeling a little mileage-deprived and was still holding out some hope that the Sunday Giro would happen. So I woke up on Sunday morning and the first thing I did was look at the radar. Surprisingly, it looked pretty good. All of the heavy rain was north of the lake and there were only a couple of tiny spots of light rain scattered around the southern part of the state. The temperature was above 60° and the SE wind was fairly light, so I went ahead and headed out to Starbucks hoping I wasn't the only one who had checked the weather. Although the group was smaller than usual, we still had a good number as we rolled out along Lakeshore Drive. Even so, we were clearly lacking some of the usual horsepower and riding into a little bit of headwind, which kept the speed along Hayne Blvd. in the mid-20s rather than the high 20s. Then, just as we were coming off of that first segment of Interstate, the raindrops started to fall. Looking to the south, where we were headed, it was obviously raining even harder, so the entire group turned right onto Lake Forest to head back. I'd been thinking it was just a little brief shower but no. It rained steadily pretty much the whole way back, and when my shoes started filling up with water I thought to myself, "I knew I should have worn the wool socks today." 

Tuesday morning after the turnaround

On Monday I went out to meet the 6 am ride at City Park with high hopes. The temperature was up into the upper 60s and the wind was light. For some reason turnout was kind of low, however. Go figure. The ride was pretty easy this time with Mark M. occasionally jumping off the front but with little action otherwise. At least today's levee ride was for the full distance, even though there were just three of us who did that after a few turned back at Williams Blvd. The pace was moderate so I was taking slightly longer pulls than I normally do when the speed is higher. There was a very light south wind and the temperature was in the mid-60s, but it was quite foggy. I'd gone out wearing two jerseys, arm-warmers, and full-finger gloves and did not regret doing so. We were approaching Powerline Drive on the way back when I felt the rear tire going soft, which didn't last long because I was on the rim a minute later and Charles and I had to stop to fix it. Everything was wet and gritty from the fog, which is basically the recipe for flats on the levee bike path. 

On the plus side, it looks like we may finally have some decent weather next Sunday after three consecutive Sundays of rain. If that forecast holds, I'm thinking of trying for a northshore Century ride, assuming more than one person can be convinced to do that. Excuses abound this time of year, of course, but it looks like the temperature will be from the mid-50s into the high 60s on Sunday with a moderate mostly east wind that shouldn't be a problem since we'll be going mostly north and south from Abita up to Stateline and back.

Alone and Wet

Saturday Giro

The past few days have been warmer but wetter - two things that always seem to go together this time of year. Thursday morning I looked out the window, slightly surprised that it wasn't actually raining as had been predicted. The street was good and wet but the radar didn't look too bad, so I figured I'd head over to the levee and see if anyone was going to show up. The evening before I had lent my old Orbea to Irvin T., a visiting rider from B.C., Canada who happened to ride the same size as I. I'd then volunteered Charles for Sherpa duty so he could stop by the Marriott on his way to the morning ride and show Irvin the way. But at 3:30 am Charles and Big Rich both bailed, citing the wet streets. Unsurprisingly, nobody was up on the levee, but I'd dressed with the idea that I'd be getting a little wet and I was already there, so I went ahead and rode. There was a bit of a tailwind on the way out that lured me into doing the full ride out to Ormond, despite the occasional light rain. Fortunately it wasn't cold. I was approaching the Huey P bridge on the way back when I felt the rear tire going mushy and knew I'd picked up one of those shards that always seem to cause flats on the levee when its wet. As usual when I'm riding alone, I was content with an easy 19-20 mph pace.

The Friendly Friday ride had a good turnout, including Irvin, but lacking Charles who had slashed his tire shortly after meeting up with Irvin. As Friendly Friday rides go, this one had a pretty big turnout and consequently got quite fast coming back on Lakeshore Drive, which pretty much shattered the group. Irvin then missed the turn onto Canal and basically got lost a bit. When we got back to the Museum I rode back out to Wisner looking for him but he was nowhere to be found. As it turned out he had gone back downtown via St. Bernard Avenue.

Saturday's Giro had a good turnout despite a questionable rain forecast. The last time I checked they were predicting rain by 9:00 am, however, so getting in most of the Giro before that was at least feasible. This time Charles and Irvin both made it, arriving just before we started. I had given Irvin a complete rundown on the Giro, including where shortcuts were and what the options were if dropped. The pace was about average for the Giro that morning, so it wasn't too hard to sit in the draft, but somewhere along the way Irvin lost contact. Judging from his Strava it looks like he lost contact around the end of Hayne. Then he apparently didn't turn at Chef and ended up on Almonaster where I guess he stopped to look at a map. As we were returning on Chef I saw him coming the other way at which time he made a u-turn and got onto the back of the group. Unfortunately, we were probably going 28-30 mph at that point, so he was soon off the back again, although I think he did get together with someone else. When we got to Hayne the pace ramped up again to the high 20s and gaps started opening up all over the place. I was able to get into what I think was the second group. I think Charles was with another little group just behind. So we get back to Lakeshore Drive and as we're riding past that section where there are houses near the traffic circle, I see Eddie D with his bike on the grass talking on his phone. We stopped to see what the problem was and found out that Charles had crashed on the bridge and taken a few spokes out of his front wheel, so they were arranging for someone with a car to go rescue him. A few of us started to ride back to the bridge, but a few more riders, including Irvin, came by and told us that Matt was already on the way to pick him up. Fortunately, it happened as they were sprinting up the bridge, so the speed was low and the injuries minor. 

Fred's memorial bench in Abita Springs

By the time I started back home it was beginning to rain, again, so I got home wet and cold, again. Later that afternoon as I was cleaning the bike, again, I discovered that both of the plastic locknuts on my Look Keo pedals were loose. They rely on Loctite to stay in place - locknuts are generally a thing of the past nowadays when weight-saving is the name of the game for manufacturers. One of them was just a few threads from coming off of the spindle entirely, so I was lucky I'd noticed it. I ended up taking both of them apart and re-greasing them, but it was too late to save the left one. Water must have gotten into that one some time ago and the inner bearing was shot. I put it back together even though it was a little rough and I'm sure it will be fine until I get a new set. That's the first time I've ever had a problem with Look pedals. That particular set had a bit over 44,000 miles on it, so I guess I shouldn't be complaining. In a related note, the Bianchi Sempre Plus mileage is now a bit over 98,000 now. I still think of it as my "new" bike.

Longhorn on Old Military Road

I had a northshore training ride planned for Sunday but on Saturday afternoon I sent out messages saying that the forecast looked like rain. Depending on which forecast you looked at, it was going to be either raining or raining a lot starting around 9:00 am. I posted a suggested route anyway, with the notation that if it was raining I wouldn't be there. I went to bed Saturday night fully expecting it to be raining by 4 am, which is what the southshore forecast suggested. Then, when I woke up Sunday morning, I was surprised to see that it wasn't raining and the radar did not look that bad at all, so I decided to go ahead and drive over to Abita Springs. I was hoping that a few of the northshore riders might show up, but was going to ride regardless. It certainly didn't look like the weather would be any better on the southshore, and indeed it looked to be a little worse. 

I got there around 8 am for the 8:30 am start and was, of course, alone. A little group did come by that was doing the Talisheek loop, but it was only 8:15 and I didn't want to leave with them in case someone expecting to do the 8:30 ride showed up. Nobody did, though, so I headed out alone, determined to get in a few miles. Well, I wasn't ten miles in before a light rain started to fall. The temperature was in the mid to upper 50s, but suspecting that I might get wet, I had put on my Goretex wind socks, long-sleeve Gore base layer, knee warmers, long-sleeve jersey, and Gore gloves. I was also wearing a wind vest that I had planned to take off once I warmed up. That never happened, though, because there was a steady light drizzle for most of the ride and of course the streets were wet. I made a few changes to my planned route in order to minimize time on the busier highways, and got back to the car, thoroughly soaked, with 60+ miles and no flats, so I was happy with that. The Giro Ride had been rained out anyway, so it's not like I missed anything. I was glad that I had a dry towel and change of clothes in my bag! So despite a lot of weather issues last week I logged 320 miles anyway, thanks mostly to the long Monday ride and my own obsessiveness I guess.

This morning the temperature was back down in the 40s and I made the snap decision to take the day off.

Lazer Focus

Thursday on the levee

Last week was kind of a busy one that included a holiday Giro on MLK Day. On Tuesday I had an ophthalmologist appointment, and as I suspected the scar tissue behind my left lens implant had gotten pretty bad. So I was quickly scheduled for a YAG laser capsulotomy the following Friday, which wasn't really a surprise since we'd already seen some scar tissue forming soon after the initial surgery. More on that later. Meanwhile, the following day, I had to to the dentist to have one of my antique tooth caps glued back on, which was good because at least I can chew my food on one side of my mouth while I'm waiting for the implant on the other side to be completed. 

So, getting back to bicycle riding, Tuesday's long levee ride was fairly routine except that it somehow felt harder than it should have to me. I still have some lung congestion even now. The WeMoRi the following day felt a bit better, but I had to kind of rush back home afterward to make the aforementioned 8 am dentist appointment. Given the age of that crown, that I had stuck back on temporarily with denture adhesive, I was afraid the dentist was going to want to do another implant, but fortunately whatever part of the tooth that was still there looked fine, so we just re-glued the crown to it and added to the long list of things that will eventually need to be fixed. On Thursday I went out to the levee and found, well, nobody. Wednesday's ride had been super-windy and that situation hadn't changed a whole lot by Thursday. I ended up doing a somewhat shortened ride out to The Dip. I had been checking the hourly weather forecast for the northshore for days and by Thursday it was looking like we'd be OK for the Winter Ride, so I sent out a 75-mile route and hoped for the best. The Friendly Friday ride featured a strong and gusty north wind, and of course a small turnout, so it never got really fast, which was fine.

On Friday afternoon I jumped on the bike and rode over to Ochsner Main for my ophthalmology appointment. I was assuming it would be an assessment and that I would then be scheduled for the actual YAG capsulotomy at a later date. A quick look at both dilated eyes and it was determined that I should have the procedure done on both eyes, and as it turned out they could do that on the spot, so I moved down the  hall to a room with a sign on the door advising you to wear eye protection and about ten minutes later I was good to go. Of course my eyes were still dilated but fortunately I'd brought my sunglasses. The procedure made a huge difference, especially for my left eye, so that was good, although I don't think my eyes were back to normal until the next morning.

Saturday was the start of three back-to-back long rides. The first was the Saturday Giro which had a pretty big turnout, which of course meant it got fast. On the way back Lisa nailed that big hole/crack in the turn from Lake Forest onto Bullard and burped the air out of her tubeless tire. A number of us stopped at the gas station with the bullet hole to help. I had one tube with a long enough stem, so that went into the tire and we were back on the road.  Unfortunately, that tube was apparently leaky, and by the time we were approaching the Casino overpass the rim was starting to bottom out. She ended up stopping a number of times to put more air into the tube but I think eventually resorted to calling for extraction.

On Sunday I headed across the lake to Abita Springs for the 8:30 winter ride. The temperature was still in the low 40s when we started but the sky was clear and it would eventually warm up by twenty degrees during our 78 mile ride. For reasons I cannot begin to fathom we had only 7 on hand which surely contributed to the pace remaining fairly steady and moderate. I enjoyed the route, which included a bit on Thigpen and Isabel Swamp gravel, but was disappointed to find Wardline road pretty torn up and clogged with dump trucks - on a Sunday. 

Monday was MLK day so as usual there was a holiday Giro. Turnout wasn't bad, considering, but there was clearly more traffic than on the weekend, some of obviously didn't consider our smallish group to be worth slowing down for. For me, I was kind of glad that the pace remained under control. Yesterday, Tuesday, there was some rain around and the streets were wet, so I was kind of surprised to find a few people up on the levee for the 6 am ride. Although the temperature was in the 60s, I was sometimes feeling kind of chilled despite arm-warmers thanks to the constant wheel spray and occasional light drizzle. We did manage the full ride, but I arrived back home pretty wet and cold. I rinsed off the bike, lubed the chain, and quickly jumped into a hot shower.

Today's WeMoRi was nice and warm with a good turnout that included a new well-experienced rider, Cynthia, from Australia who fit right in nicely. She is a med student doing her 3rd year at Ochsner in the University of Queensland - Ochsner program.

Things for next weekend are still up in the air weather-wise with significant rain in the forecast for both Saturday and Sunday so we'll have to see what the hourly forecast looks like on Friday before deciding what will or will not work for Sunday's northshore ride.

The Cold, and Other Maladies

No, not the kind of cold you're thinking of. It was another week of managing the status of my still-congested lungs, thanks to the cold that started around Christmas. Managing a cold while still doing group rides is perhaps a skill, or perhaps just stupidity, so whether skilled or stupid I somehow managed to accumulate 299 miles last week despite a few shortened rides. Take Wednesday for example. There had been all sorts of dire warnings about severe thunderstorms moving through on Tuesday, but the timing kept being pushed back. Ultimately the line of storms blew through in the wee hours of the morning, accompanied by some impressive thunder and rain. It was all over by the time I looked out the window at 5:20 am, but the streets were still plenty wet. On the plus side, it wasn't very cold, so I went ahead and over-dressed like I've been doing for the past couple of weeks and headed out to meet the WeMoRi which, as I might  have guessed, consisted of only five riders. So it was kind of an easy ride that was shortened when we turned at the Elysian Fields traffic circle because the eastern end of Lakeshore Drive was still somewhat underwater. Although the larger fields I'd been hoping to draft off of wasn't there to keep my effort level quite as low as I'd been aiming for, the pace was nonetheless pretty moderate so I don't think I did too much lung damage.

Thursday's levee ride had a decent turnout and featured a nice temperature in the mid-50s, so that one was pretty normal. Then on Friday the Friendly Friday ride was actually quite friendly, which is to say that it never got very fast. Toward the end I pushed a bit going up the Bayou St. John bridge, which of course resulted in a brief coughing fit, so I backed off and caught back up by turning around early on Canal Street. 

That evening we walked over to the streetcar barn to watch the Phunny Pforty Pfellows start their annual 12th Night streetcar ride, stopping for a quick dinner on Carrollton beforehand. There was a pretty good crowd on hand for the event that essentially kicks off the Mardi Gras season. The next day it was time to start taking down the Christmas decorations, which is a long process still in progress. Then, of course, it will be time to put up the Mardi Gras decorations. The highlight of the day, though, was when the city finally picked up the garbage that was supposed to be picked up on Wednesday. Despite having gone from twice a week pickup to once a week pickup (without reducing what we are paying), they have now resorted to bringing in additional contractors to pick up what the actual contractors can't, or won't.

The batture trail - you can see where the water level was last year when the river was a flood stage for so long that the trees started sprouting roots five feet above ground.

The Saturday Giro had a somewhat smaller turnout than usual, perhaps thanks to the gravel race/ride that day up in Oxford. As a result, the pace remained quite steady and relatively subdued, which was fine with me under the circumstances. Before the ride while I was having coffee at Starbucks, Samuel (one of the Tulane riders) showed up. It would be his first Giro, so I was a little concerned that he might be getting in over his head, but as it turned out he did impressively well and survived to the end where he received lots of encouragement and questionable advice from a few of the regulars. That afternoon the weather was so nice that I jumped on the 'Cross bike and rode out to the batture trail that starts just downriver from the old country club. I was happy to find it entirely dry. That was a nice change of pace, even if it was a short one. On the way back I ran into Bill Burke. He had just told me that the Etape de Tour de France that they were trying to get going for New Orleans was officially not going to happen. He said it was mainly because of the City. Wish I could say I was surprised.

Later that night I absent-mindedly bit into one of the candy canes that had been hanging on the tree and pulled the cap off of one of my teeth on the opposite side of my mouth from where I had a tooth pulled in December. The next step in getting the first gap filled isn't until February (waiting for the bone graft to heal), so now I am missing two of the main teeth that I need in order to actually chew food. The cap is currently being held on with denture adhesive which of course doesn't hold for long. I have an appointment tomorrow for the cap and I'm pretty sure that is going to result in another extraction and implant so I don't know how that's going to work out.

Flat Number One

Sunday's Giro had a more normal group on hand as we rolled out from Starbucks, which was a little surprising because the forecast  had been for rain. I had scheduled an 8:30 am northshore ride for that morning but looking at the forecast it was obvious that it would start raining over there by 9 am or earlier, so that got cancelled, but it looked like we'd be OK on the southshore until at least 9 or 9:30.  Well, we didn't get halfway down Lakeshore Drive before Jaden flatted and we had to put a tube in his tubeless tire. I lent him a CO2 to speed things up, and Jaden was pretty quick with the repair, so we were back on the road fairly quickly. The group kind of kept rolling easy, so we had a bit of a chase after fixing that and didn't catch until the very end of Lakeshore Drive. Then early on Hayne there was another flat. That time the group kind of kept going, although maybe at a fairly easy pace. That left us with Jaden, Dan, Chris, and me. Jaden was determined to catch the group, which we could barely see in the distance. I took a pull or two before the coughing started so I spend the rest of the time sitting on the back of the 3-man time trial. We didn't catch them until we turned onto Chef, and under the circumstances I was just happy that I was still around. The rest of the Giro was pretty normal. The minute I walked back in the door at home after the ride, the rain started. It rained for most of the rest of the day.

When my alarm went off on Monday morning, and considering my accumulated mileage from the prior week, I made an executive decision to take a rest day. Tuesday morning it was a little chilly but the wind was calm. Surprisingly there were only four of us on hand for the levee ride, and only three after Bo turned back at Williams. Charles had an early meeting so we turned around at the big dip. For some reason the ride seemed harder than it should  have, at least to me, and I arrived back home quite over-dressed and sweaty. Then I rushed off to an eye exam that I'd made because the vision in my left eye has started to get kind of cloudy. I figured it was scar tissue from the cataract surgery a couple of years ago. It had been noted at one of my follow-up appointments earlier but wasn't causing any problems until fairly recently. My self-diagnosis turned out to be correct, so now I  have ophthalmology appointment on Friday and will probably end up having to go back in for a YAG capsulotomy on that eye. Fortunately those are generally quick and easy. 

Giri

New Year's Eve cool-down along Lakeshore Drive

The weather around here has been a pain in the ass, but not for the reasons you might expect this time of year. This lingering chest cold isn't helping much, either. For the past four or five days we've had unseasonably warm temperatures, which by themselves would be awesome. What hasn't been so awesome has been the accompanying morning fog and wet roads. Those things, combined with the usual holiday disruptions, have resulted in smaller than usual numbers showing up for the early morning rides. New Year's Eve was Saturday, and for that one we had a pretty decent turnout. The temperature was in the low 60s and the wind was fairly light, and although the streets were wet it wasn't all that bad. Rinsing the dirt off the bike with the garden hose has practically become routine lately, but sometimes I just lube the chain and leave everything else dirty because I know it will all be a mess the following day anyway.

Heading out on New Year's Day in a light fog

New Year's Day was another Giro Ride. It was cooler - in the mid-50s to start - and a bit foggier, and turnout was unsurprisingly lower than normal. Will and Brett were pushing the pace up at the front, but there wasn't much wind so it wasn't too difficult to sit in the draft toward the back where my sometimes impressive coughing fits wouldn't disturb too many people. As we made the right turn off of Hayne onto Paris Road I thought I'd drop back to the end of the line since I knew it was going to get faster there. Glancing back, I saw Howard a couple of bike lengths off the back and rather than plug the hole myself I drifted back onto his wheel thinking he would close it up right away. He made a brief effort but the just kind of sat up suddenly. I think I actually had to touch the brakes for a moment. By the time I came around him I knew I wouldn't be able to close the rapidly increasing gap without putting my congested lungs into difficulty, so I just settled into an easy solo cruise for the rest of the way out to Venetian Isles. Fortunately there was hardly any traffic. I got back into the group shortly after it has started back and the rest of the ride was fairly uneventful. Every time I would have to make any sort of sustained effort above 145 BPM I'd start to cough a bit and have to back off. Fortunately those were rare instances. So I ended up 2022 at 13,266 miles, a bit fewer than last year but higher than most of the prior ten years.

On Monday many people were off work, it being the "official" New Year's vacation day, so of course there was a third Giro Ride that day. Well, sort of...  It was almost 70°F with a moderate south wind, which would have been nice if it hadn't been so damned foggy and, of course, wet. By 7:00 there were only four of us at Starbucks so we decided to just do a shorter ride, turning around at the end of Hayne. Having just four riders out on Chef Highway in the fog just didn't seem wise anyway. So that ended up being a fairly easy ride. Going up the Casino overpass on the way back I was sitting on Christian's wheel as he pushed the pace just a bit. Sure enough, just before the top I started to cough again and decided it was a good time to back off. I caught back up at the top of the Seabrook bridge when they all stopped to walk across the steel grate. I was glad we hadn't done the full Giro because I wasn't really feeling all that great anyway.

The forecast for this morning, Tuesday, had been looking really bad on Monday night. It was supposed to start raining around 5 or 6 am and continue, with storm warnings, for about 24 hours. I was not expecting to be able to ride, but since weather forecasts around here can be unreliable I looked out the window at 5:30 am to see that it wasn't raining. Checking the radar, I saw that they had pushed the bad weather arrival back until 11:00 or noon, so the morning ride was going to be fine. Well, sort of...  As often happens when there's a warm humid south wind blowing across the Mississippi, the levee bike path was fairly foggy at 6 am despite a significant wind of around 10 mph. There were just three of us - Charles, Chris M, and me - on hand, and when Charles said he was going to have to turn back at the Dip because of a work meeting there were no objections. On the way out there were a number of places where the fog was so thick we had to slow down for fear of running into a pedestrian or something. Fortunately there were very few of those. Chris kind of blew up at some point on the way back and dropped off. He'd mentioned that he hadn't really been on the bike much for the past few months.

When I got to the office this morning there were emails from everyone else saying the would be "working from home" today because of the weather forecast that features a "Severe Storm Risk" notice mentioning wind, tornados, and hail. Looking at the weather radar right now at 10:30 it doesn't look that bad. The timing of the heavy thunderstorms has been pushed back to 2:00 pm. I guess I'll play it by ear and make a run for home early so Candy doesn't have to come out and rescue me and my bike later in the day.

Hard Holiday Weather

Scout Island trail

Each year of late Strava has this "Festive 500" thing where people try to ride at least 500 km over the holidays, from December 24 though December 31. That kind of distance over eight days, 310 miles for those of us still measuring things based on the length of somebody's foot, isn't outside of my normal routine, although I suppose there have been years where meeting that goal provided a bit of motivation to get on the bike when the holidays might otherwise provide ample excuses for missing a day or two. This year, however, I suspect only those with legit OCD might not have thrown that goal out the window already. By Thursday the 22nd we were already being inundated by dire warnings of  winter Armageddon, which around here just means it will be significantly below freezing for a significant amount of time. Such events are rare enough that it isn't unreasonable to just take those days as "rest days" and carry on when it warms up, which usually happens by the following day. This time, though, the following day would be a bit worse.

So with faucets dripping to keep them from freezing Friday morning the 23rd started out well below freezing. I was already coming down with a sore throat, so things weren't looking too good for me, but nonetheless I waited until 2:00 pm when the temperature was barely above freezing, and took the cyclocross bike out with the idea of riding some of the trails on Scout Island in City Park where there would be some protection from the 10-15 mph north wind. The ride was just to move my legs and get out of the house, with no effort to do anything that might resemble training. It was quite nice on the trails, actually. Afterward I decided to ride to see what Lakeshore Drive looked like. That mile or so right into the freezing north wind was brutal, and Lakeshore Drive was closed because of the ice on the road from the waves breaking over the seawall. My average speed for that ride barely cracked 10 mph.

Friday night was, I think, even colder, and so on Christmas eve I again waited until afternoon when the temperature was up to around freezing before going out for a short solo ride on the windblown levee. At least the sun was out. I got in 30-odd miles, again at an agonizingly slow speed. The sore throat was still there, and so I was expecting it to all evolve into a chest cold any day.

My brother and niece came in on Christmas day, and between the cold I was nurturing and the cold temperature outside I didn't have any trouble convincing myself of the wisdom in staying off the bike on the 25th and 26th. On Tuesday it was still pretty cold and windy, and I was starting to get some chest congestion, so I went out at 6 am to the levee with the idea of sitting on the back at the lowest possible effort level and turning back early to minimize the chances of turning it all into pneumonia. As it turned out, it was just Charles and me, so we just did an easy ride out to Williams Blvd. and back. On the plus side, the temperature was supposed to be much warmer on Wednesday. 

Since I was already coughing and generally feeling pretty much under the weather I wisely decided not to go out to the WeMoRi and instead aim for a solo ride later in the day when it would be over then degrees warmer. 

I headed out under a nice blue sky around 10:00 am with the idea of keeping the effort level low so as to avoid doing more harm than good. Considering the much-improved weather, and trying to ignore the gradually increasing southeast wind, I put a gel in my pocket just in case I found the motivation to do a longer ride. Knowing that I was already suffering from a chest cold, I went ahead and pulled on the leg and arm-warmers even though I knew it would be in the mid-60s. Up on the levee, and lured by a nice tailwind, I cruised along at a minimal effort level all the way out to the end of the bike path at Gramercy, about 44 miles upriver. I knew it would be a very long ride back, almost entirely into a strong headwind, but I was determined not to push myself too hard. I probably averaged 14 mph at best all the way back and was quite suitably tired and hungry by the time I got home.

With the chest cold in full effect I waited until after noon to go out yesterday, again with the idea of just putting in a few easy miles on the levee. I ran into Charlotte on the way out, so we rode together until she turned back a bit after Williams Blvd. I was not feeling too bad, so decided to continue to the little Dip. I rode a little bit harder on the way back, which again was largely head and cross-wind. This morning, Friday, the forecast had been calling for rain and thunderstorms by 7 am, but when I awoke that had all been pushed back by a few hours. Even so, I decided not to risk it by going out to see who might show up for Friendly Friday. I could have ridden and stayed dry but perhaps it was better to skip it until this chest cold clears up a bit more. It's been raining non-stop now for hours and things will probably be wet until at least 3 pm, so prospects for today are looking rather bleak. Just as well, I guess. With one more riding day left in 2022, I'm a bit over 13,000 miles for the year, which is more than adequate. Here's the past ten years;

Winter Blows Into Town

It was inevitable. Winter. We had somehow been avoiding the worst of it, riding around in summer kit as if it was Fall, but we knew it was coming. One way we knew was because by Wednesday morning we were starting to get tornado alerts that soon enough became tornado warnings. 

Power outages show the tornado's path

It was around 11:30 on Wednesday when I heard a few raindrops hitting the ledge outside my 6th floor window. Looking out toward the Superdome I could see that some of the banners on the lightposts had already been ripped off by the wind. Looking at the radar I could also see that the worst was yet to come, so I rushed down to my bike and made good my escape back home. By 4 pm there was a tornado ripping through sections of the westbank, eventually crossing the river to the east. A number of other tornados had already hit farther up the river as the cold front came through. It was bad and those who were hit were hit hard. Once the front moved off to the east the temperatures started to drop, and by the time I rolled out for the Thursday morning levee ride the temperature had dropped from the low 70s to the low 50s, accompanied as usual by a strong wind. The group was down to only four pretty quickly and the easily reached consensus was to turn back at the Big Dip since we were struggling to maintain 20-21 mph in the crosswind.

Friday morning the temperature was in the 49-50° range and of course it was still windy. As I rode out in the dark to the Friendly Friday ride I wondered who would show up. Surprisingly there was a pretty big group on hand. The combination of ample available horsepower and strong winter wind out on the lakefront, where the temperature was a good ten degrees warmer thanks to the lake, resulted in a ride that seemed a lot harder than you'd think it you just looked at the speed.

I went out to the Saturday Giro already feeling pretty un-recovered, which is never a good thing. The wind out by the lake was probably in the 10-15 mph range, and the temperature was in the low 50s, so turnout was lower than usual, which didn't mean it would be easier. After the warmup along Lakeshore Drive into the northeast wind we came down onto Hayne Blvd. where someone, probably Sam, launched an attack down the left side at about five mph faster than I was going at the time. Riders streamed past on my left, leaving me just enough time to remark, "Really??" before completely blowing up without ever really catching the draft. I quickly made the executive decision to retreat and live to fight another day, giving up the chase to wait for my breathing to go from "gasping" back down to "breathing heavily." Fortunately, experience has taught me a couple of things about the Giro. For one, it probably wouldn't be that fast on the way back. For another, there are a couple of shortcuts. So I turned off of Hayne onto Read Blvd. where I enjoyed a bit of tailwind, and then worked my way over to Bullard and Chef Highway. In a rare bit of perfect timing, I came to the intersection with I-510 just as the group got there, allowing me to slip smoothly onto the back, which is where I stayed because I was not about to put my nose back into the wind at that point. As expected, the return trip was considerably easier other than the usual race to the overpass and Seabrook bridge. My legs had felt sore the whole time and I was just hoping I hadn't done too much more damage.

Skeleton crew on Sunday

On Sunday it was even colder - mid 40s - and still just as windy, and as you'd expect there was a much smaller group on hand. As we were rolling out along Marconi Howard showed up in his car, announcing that he'd left his helmet at home. Well, we weren't about to let him get away with such an excuse and so we stopped at Matt's house where VJ, who knew the combination to his garage door, pulled one of Matt's helmets off the shelf for Howard (Matt was up at Bogue Chitto riding mountain bikes, apparently). Even with Howard, though, the entire group probably numbered only ten, which was not much of a match for the unrelenting northeast wind. We did, however, manage the entire ride even though we were struggling to hold 17 mph on the way out along Hayne. The return trip featured some sections of nice tailwind, and when we got back onto Hayne things picked up quickly to around 28 mph which had my still-unrecovered legs begging for mercy.

Monday in the wind along Lakeshore Drive

This morning's Mellow Monday ride was not exactly mellow. The temperature was in the low 40s and the ENE wind on the lakefront was probably in the 12-18 mph range. The group was down to just a handful as we battled our way to the east at about 16 mph. Then, of course, we made the loop at Seabrook and were immediately going 28-29 mph. This tailwind section was actually a lot harder than the headwind had been. It's always surprised me that people will push themselves more in a tailwind than in a headwind. By the time We hit the Bayou St. John bridge I'd had about enough and pulled out of the paceline for a couple of badly needed recovery miles. My 2022 mileage total is just a tad over 12,900 right now, so it looks like I'll be over 13k miles again this year, even taking into account the really cold weather that is about to hit. Tomorrow morning is looking to be rainy ahead of the next cold front. Wednesday should be windy and not too cold in the morning, but after that things start going south and at the moment Thursday, Friday, and Saturday are showing lows slightly below freezing. The high on Christmas day will only be around 42°. 

I guess I could use a couple of rest days anyway! Meanwhile, they are finally pouring concrete for the sidewalks and driveways along Pine Street, so maybe people will have a place to park soon. Of course they have, in the process, totally destroyed the little triangular neutral ground across the street which has become a dumping ground and storage area for heavy machinery, lumber, concrete, rebar, etc., etc. With the freezing weather I am hoping that the section of water line that they ran ABOVE GROUND between my meter and the sidewalk doesn't freeze and leave us without water over Christmas. I guess I'll put some pipe insulation on it and hope for the best. The dog has recently decided that the bed in the back room is his since Candy put Christmas stuff on it.

Torrential

Thursday morning fog on the levee blowing past the headlight.

It was another week of unseasonably warm temperatures, high humidity, and of course dense fog, or not dense fog, or torrential rain, or sunshine. As unpredictable as it was, at least we did not have much in the way of high winds and cold air. That will be coming later this week as an actual cold front finally blows through late on Wednesday, bringing us back to more normal early winter weather. 

The Tuesday levee ride had a nice little turnout. It wasn't terribly foggy, so that was nice. Jess, who has been riding way, way more consistently than any of the other Tulane riders, was there along with a few of the usual suspects except for Big Rich who has again apparently retreated to his hideaway in NC where unpaved roads are considered charmingly rustic rather than glaring examples of incompetent mismanagement like they are here in town. Jess rolled up to the start with a flat rear tire So we're riding up the river at a moderate pace and coming to the little bypass around some piles, and I briefly think about warning Jess about it but then figure she's probably well aware of it since she's ridden the levee bike path a number of times. Well apparently it must have caught here by surprise because right after I go around them I hear someone yelling behind me. Fortunately Jess had just taken a little detour onto the grass and hadn't actually crashed! Eventually everyone turned back around Williams Blvd. except Charles and me. After then turnaround at Ormond we eased up a bit and were riding side-by-side chatting about one thing or another when I made the absolutely unforgiveable mistake of bringing up the subject of tires. As anyone who rides bikes must surely know, talking about tires while on a ride is guaranteed to put a jinx on the ride, anger the tire gods, and inevitably result in a flat tire or two - which of course it immediately did. So we spent a little time fixing Charles' flat and rode easy most of the way back. Unfortunately the tire gods were not quite done with us yet, though.

The WeMoRi was pretty normal but with a slightly smaller turnout than usual. As was the case every morning this week there was a dense fog advisory posted, but the fog wasn't really all that bad. That afternoon I left work early so I could finish up at home and await an expected call from Bergeron Volvo that my car was finally ready. I'd dropped it off the prior Thursday and it had remained untouched until Monday when I got the $2,000 estimate and a promise it would be ready by the end of the day on Wednesday. I texted the service guy around 4 pm and he eventually got back to me to inform me that they had been shipped the wrong part (I assume the emission test pump assembly that had triggered the "check engine" light) and now it wouldn't be ready until Thursday. Sigh... Later that evening was the annual WeMoRi Christmas party that was at Toe's house this year. There was a great turnout along with copious amounts of food and adult beverages. I stayed until around 10:30, just after Kenny showed up on his way back from a high school football game.

Jess took a little detour around the pipes.

Thursday morning it was foggy enough to consider not riding, which of course I didn't really consider. As we were about to roll out Jess appeared with a flat rear tire and no pump or inflator. That precipitated a big collaborative tire-changing effort that got us rolling pretty quickly. Then, just after we had started back from The Dip (some negotiation had been required to get people to go even that far under the damp and foggy circumstances), Jess flatted again. So we checked the tire, pulled something small and sharp out of it, and got going again. That didn't last too long, though, and soon the tire was almost flat again. We were still quite far out, not even back to Williams, so trying to nurse it back with more CO2 wasn't really feasible. We put another tube (tube #3) in it and that one did the trick. Later I did an autopsy on the last tube that had leaked, which was one of my patched tubes, and discovered that it had a slow leak where the valve stem it attached to the tube. Back at work, I got the call from Bergeron in the early afternoon that the car was ready, so headed back home where I decided to ride the cyclocross bike out there to pick it up. I took the long way around, going all the way to the lake trail and then back down Severn. That ride reminded me why I don't ride much in the city after 7:30 am! I also discovered that at the last cyclocross race my saddle clamp must have slipped a bit, leaving the tip of the saddle pointing a bit upward. It wasn't too bad, but it was a bit of an annoyance. Anyway I threw the bike into the car and drove back home with everything in more or less working order.

Saturday's Giro was pretty nice once the fog lifted.

Saturday's Giro Ride started out with must a little fog and a slightly smaller turnout than usual. It was nice and warm - like 67° - with practically no wind, so it was a nice ride. It was pretty fast, and I did a bit of work, but the combination of warm temperatures, a decent enough sized group, and virtually no wind made it seem easier than you'd have expected. That afternoon I decided it was finally time to fix the screen on the porch door. That's a job that you would think would be easy but actually isn't. I needed to add hardware cloth behind the screen because the damage I was fixing had been caused by the dog jumping up and pushing the screen out. Add to that the fact that it's an old wooden screen door that has been worked on numerous times over the past thirty or forty years, and you have more of a job than you'd think. I decided to take it off the hinges and work on it in the basement rather than try to deal with it in place. I just have removed a hundred rusty staples and brads before I could finally put in the new hardware cloth and screen. Then I had to replace some of the trim and finally slap some paint on the whole thing, so it wasn't actually finished and ready to be re-installed until Sunday afternoon when I also balanced precariously on a ladder placed on the front steps in order to replace the screen alongside the door. All of that left me with a back that was even more sore than it had been before!

On Sunday there was a huge line of storms heading our way and I knew the timing would be hit-or-miss regarding the Giro. Staring at the radar at Starbucks before the ride I had the idea that we might just barely miss the worst of it, and thought that even if we didn't stay dry, it would just be a light rain. We headed out with a smallish group with the idea that we would re-assess at the end of Hayne Blvd. At that point the sky still looked good out to the northwest so we continued on to the usual turnaround at Venetian Isles. The weather for most of the ride was actually pretty nice. Any time you can ride in summer kit in December it feels like a gift, but as it would eventually turn out, the ride wouldn't be without its cost. By the time we got back to Hayne Blvd. it was starting to rain, and moments later the rain went from normal rain to torrential downpour. Will, who was stationed at the front, seemed intent on pushing the pace despite the conditions and as we got closer to the Casino overpass people started dropping off the back. I made a quick decision to stick with him and Norman, who was in from Biloxi, mainly because I didn't want to end out there alone. Regardless, I was thankful for whoever invented daytime-visible LED bike lights because soon the rain was coming at us horizontally from the northwest so strongly that it was filling my right ear with water. The last few miles featured some street flooding and gusty crosswinds, so I was happy when we finally turned off of Lakeshore Drive. When I got home, completely soaked, I emptied about half a cup of water out of my shoes and wrung nearly the same amount out of my socks. My new phone seemed to survive the dousing in good stead, as did the other electronics that now adorn my bike, so that was at least a silver lining. I spend the rest of the day fixing the screen alongside the porch door and then finally re-installing the minimally re-painted door. Annual mileage is up over 12,500 miles now so I guess I should end the year with around 13k.

Kinda Crazy Weather

Tuesday morning starting the return trip from Ormond

It was a week defined more by the weather than anything else. Well, that and Bergeron Volvo, but I'll get to that part later. At least we had a fairly normal levee ride on Tuesday, if you consider 66°F at the end of November "normal." After logging something in excess of 350 miles the week before I was already fully committed to an easier week, especially since I was entertaining the possibility of going up to Ridgeland on Sunday for cyclocross. 

The weather forecast for the last day of November, Wednesday's WeMoRi, was not looking too promising, though, with a line of rain being consistently predicted to come through precisely in the middle of the ride. Of course, weather predictions this time of year are always closer to opinions than scientific fact, so I was still holding out a bit of hope when I hit the sack Tuesday night. Hope springs eternal. When I awoke Wednesday morning I could hear thunder way in the distance, and checking the weather radar confirmed that the forecast had, for once, been right on the mark. WeMo was clearly not going to happen, and even the possibility of squeezing in a few miles after work looked distinctly improbable. Considering my aforementioned high-mileage prior week I took it all as a sign that I should just take the day off and call it a recovery day.

When it's cold and windy you at least get the levee to yourself!

As usually happens after a line of storms like that comes through, Thursday morning was super windy out of the east northeast, the sky was clear, and the temperature was down to the mid-40s. To complicate matters, I was scheduled, after waiting three weeks for the appointment, to bring the Volvo in for service over in Metairie. I figured I'd turn around early, ride back home, throw the bike into the car, drive out to the dealership, and ride back home. Well, when I arrived at the levee for the 6 am ride start it was deserted. Everyone had bailed out because of the wind and the fact that it was going to be considerably warmer the next day. So I went ahead and battled the wind, which wasn't really all that bad because much of it was crosswind, for about ten miles before turning back to head home. Then, as planned I drove out to Bergeron Volvo with the bike in the back to drop it off. Since I'd gotten there a bit before 8 am I decided to go back the long way, riding up Severn which has a brand new "protected" bike lane, to the Lake Trail. Fortunately I didn't hit any of the concrete road furniture separating the bike lane from the other lanes, and also fortunately didn't need to turn left which such things would have made more hazardous than usual. I rode over the levee onto the bike path and turned east and was immediately slammed hard by the unobstructed east wind that was howling at somewhere in the 15-20 mph range. I was at times struggling to maintain 11 mph until I finally got to Bucktown and back onto city streets where the wind wasn't quite so strong. The rest of the 11.6 mile ride home was much nicer except for the rush-hour drivers who seemed intent on murdering me despite my retina-piercing daytime-visible tail light.

Just a handful of us did the full Giro on Saturday.

Friday's Friendly Friday ride was unremarkable except for the somewhat low turnout and nice easy pace. I was hoping to get the car back at some point so I'd have it on Sunday for the drive to Ridgeland, but I was not so lucky. By late afternoon I texted the service department to inquire about the status of the car and was told that there were still two cars ahead of it, which meant that it had been sitting there for two days and nobody had even looked at it yet. I don't know what the point of waiting three weeks for an appointment is if they aren't going to touch the car for two days - actually four since it was now going to sit there all weekend. So that blew my cyclocross plans right out of the water. I'd already known I wouldn't be able to race on Saturday since we had tickets to the Tulane conference championship game that day. Not having the car for Sunday just twisted that knife a little more. Saturday morning it was nearly 70° but it was foggy as hell, which is not unusual when we have that kind of weather this time of year. So despite the temperature I put a base layer under my jersey and slipped on some thin arm-warmers, fully expecting to spend most of the Giro Ride wet. I was not wrong. I hadn't gone two blocks before I had to put my fogged up glasses in my pocket. Out at the Giro we had a small but not unreasonable group by the 7 am start, but as you can imagine the fog was quite thick along the lake. I think that kept the speed down a little bit. Apparently a lot of people had decided to start with the 6:45 SaMoRi group that day, and when we saw that large group heading back on Chef as we were heading out, almost everybody turned around to ride back in with the SaMoRi. Well, everybody but like four of us. We continued on and did the full ride. By the time we were back on Hayne Blvd. the fog had mostly lifted and I was able to put my sunglasses back on. Then, right at the base of the Bayou St. John bridge, we came upon a remnant of the SaMoRi, including a bunch of riders who had started with us, that was fixing one of apparently a few flat tires they had had. Karma, for sure. Anyway, since that put me back with a group that had ridden over from the westbank, and the weather was by then so nice, I tagged along with them through Metairie to the river where they turned off to the right to take the Huey P. Long bridge and I continued on to the levee for the ride back home. 

End of a well-played game.

Saturday afternoon we walked over to Tulane stadium in a warm and light drizzle to watch Tulane play University of Central Florida for their conference championship. I was shocked and amazed to find the student section packed with students from start to finish, which I don't think I have seen in decades, if ever. Also amazing was Tulane's performance. After an exciting game Tulane wrapped it up with another 4th quarter TD to win convincingly, which ultimately slotted them into the January 2nd Cotton Bowl. When the clock ticked down to zero the students, and most of the other fans as well, rushed the field, which was a sight I never thought I'd see at Tulane stadium.

On Sunday the weather was much the same as it had been on Saturday, but the fog was not quite as thick as the Giro rolled out with a significantly larger group than Saturday. Still, it wasn't a normal sized Giro group, so the speeds were mostly a little lower than usual and I was able to actually put my nose into the wind a number of times. I guess that got me a little bit more intensity to make up for that which I was missing by not being able to get to the cyclocross race.

This morning I went out to the Mellow Monday ride where the wind was as flat as the lake and the temperature was in the upper 60s. For reasons Turnout was a little low, probably because of the dire Dense Fog warnings that the forecasters had been emphasizing the night before, and I was expecting it to be an easier ride than usual. I should mention that despite the earlier warnings to the contrary, there was essentially no fog. It wasn't quite the easy ride I'd been expecting, but mainly because Don spent about half the time on the front on his super slick triathlon bike with the rest of us following like a little line of ducklings. For the record, Jen made the whole ride, apparently for the first time. She has been by far the most consistent about riding of all the Tulane riders this fall.

Holiday Miles

Thanksgiving Day waiting for the bridge to open.

It was some time on Wednesday afternoon when some sort of consensus seemed to materialize on doing a Thanksgiving Day Giro Ride. Thus started for me a string of longish city rides that would ultimately push my weekly mileage well over 300. Thanksgiving day started out really nicely, with warm temperatures and moderate wind. One never knows who will show up for these holiday rides since some people actually have lives outside of cycling, but as it turned out we had a pretty good-sized group for what I hoped would be a moderate-paced Giro. After getting stopped on the Seabrook drawbridge just as a sailboat was coming, we came down onto Hayne Blvd. at a relatively tame speed, and with really only a handful of riders interested in pushing the pace, things stayed mostly under control. The weather forecast was calling for rain on Friday, and since Thursday morning's weather was still rather spectacular, other than a significant east wind, I decided to get in a few extra miles along the lakefront bike trail before going home. I ended up with 74 miles and by the time I was on my way home the sky was already getting cloudy. I had been planning on doing a long birthday ride on the levee the following day, but considering the weather was not making any promises to myself or anyone else about that. Also, Thanksgiving evening was going to involve some slightly excessive eating and drinking.

So Friday morning was rainy, as predicted, but the last of the bad weather moved through in the morning and by 8:00 or so it was looking like things would dry up and aside from some wind the feasibility of a long ride was looking pretty good. Charles had asked me to let him know if I was going to go out for a long ride, so I told him I'd be hitting the levee for 9:30. I figured that would give the road a little time to dry out. My optimistic prognostication was soon dashed, however, and by the time I rolled out of the house there was a heavy cold mist starting to fall. I dressed more warmly than I would have otherwise, since I figured I'd be a little wet for a while. As it turned out, I would be much more than a little wet, and for much longer than a little while. Despite the fact that we were essentially riding in a cloud, we headed  up the river at a gentle pace. My only goal was to log at least my age in miles. I kept thinking that the mist would go away, but it never did, and by the time we were halfway out I could feel the water squishing around in my shoes. We continued anyway, riding two-abreast on the deserted bike path, and probably didn't break 20 mph the whole time. It wasn't pretty, but at least I logged 72 miles for my 69th birthday.

Naturally I'd just put on a new tire a couple of days earlier.

By Saturday morning the weather was a little better so I headed out around 6 am for coffee and to meet the Giro Ride. It was still fairly misty and damp, but not quite as bad as it had been on Friday. Going up the Seabrook bridge I somehow managed to impale my rear tire with a big sheetrock screw. Fortunately everyone stopped while I quickly threw in a new tube and got going again. There was a pretty strong east wind blowing, and we were missing a fair amount of the usual Giro horsepower, so the speeds stayed relatively low all the way out to Venetian Isles. Of course that meant there was a tailwind for much of the way back, which of course meant that it got pretty fast even though only a handful of riders were willing to put a whole lot of effort into it. We hadn't gotten to the end of Hayne when someone else flatted, so a few of us stopped to help with that while most of the group continued on, presumably unaware. After that we just got a little paceline going at an easy pace until we saw the group on its way back somewhere out on Chef Highway where we turned around and got back into the pack. I was fairly wet from the mist by the time I got back  home with another 55 miles.

Mississippi Amish??

Charles and Steve had been hatching a plan for another Pass Christian ride for Sunday, so I decided to make the drive over there for a change. I loaded the 68-mile route map into the Garmin early Sunday morning right before jumping in the car. This ride had a small group of about six, and from the first pedal stroke I could tell it was going to be kind of a difficult day for me. The weather was warmer and there was no mist for a change, so that was good. I guess it was really time for an easy recovery ride rather than three hours in the rolling hills. It seemed like half of the group wanted to go a little faster and half a little slower, with me somewhere in the middle trying to cautiously parse out my efforts to avoid doing more damage than I'd already done over the prior three days. The ride was a bit of a struggle for me for some reason - manageable but by no means feeling easy. By the end I knew I'd probably strung together one long day too many and was going to need a couple of easier days to fully recover. So the bottom line for the week, through no fault of my own, was 358 miles, which although not my highest mileage week of the year, was one of the highest. I usually consider a 250 mile week to be a pretty solid one, and indeed my monthly average tends to be around 1,000 miles. Somehow, though, those extra 58 miles seemed to push me just over the edge this time!

More fog on Monday

This morning's Mellow Monday ride had the usual group and once again there was a thick fog here and there, especially along the lakefront. The pace was mostly slower than usual with just a couple of brief surges in the usual places, so thanks to staying mostly off the front, and despite my tired legs, I didn't feel like I'd done any more damage.

Next weekend is going to be complicated. Tulane won their football game last week so they are hosting their conference championship next Saturday. There are cyclocross races up in Ridgeland Saturday and Sunday. I have to take the car in for service on Thursday. Candy bought football tickets for the game on Saturday, so I definitely won't be racing on Saturday (although I'd prefer that to watching a football game). Sunday will be up in the air until I find out if I'll have the car back before the weekend. It's at around 110k miles so aside from the usual oil change it's time for a new timing belt and possibly brakes, and the "check engine" light has been on for about three weeks. That could be the oxygen sensor or something at this point, so until they read the codes on Thursday I won't really have a good idea of what's going on there.