Forked

The weekend seemed a little longer than usual this time. After a nice Friendly Friday ride on the lakefront, I wrapped up work early so I could head up to Hattiesburg for the Farm to Fork criterium that evening and ride the following day. I was holding out just a little bit of hope that I might be able to jump into the masters criterium, the second of three races that started at 6:30 pm. 

Packet pickup was the entire second floor of a local bank building, and with a criterium, ride, and foot races on tap there was lots of activity. The day before I'd received a copy of the pre-registration list, and knew that things were going to be a little more complicated than usual. The list was basically just a list of names indicating which race the riders were registered for. I immediately noticed a couple of problems. There were no USAC license numbers, gender wasn't indicated (there were prizes for both men and women), and I could see that there were people registered for the Master 35+ race who I knew were not old enough. In fact, one was 16. I'd emailed the promoter about it and so at packet pickup they were writing in license numbers on a printout of the registered riders (scratching through the bib numbers of those who showed up!). As I was leaving, I heard them tell someone that numbers should go on the right. I headed over to the start finish, arriving at exactly the same time as Ricky and Cole, the other officials. The race crew had already set up a low stage for the officials -- on the left side of the course -- along with one of those big generator powered lighting units. As I was getting the computer and printer set up for results, I noticed riders starting to warm up on the course, and of course they had their numbers on the wrong side. I stood out in the road for a while yelling, "numbers go on the left," which should have been obvious to experienced racers since that's where the officials were. Meanwhile one of the event staff was trying to contact the riders who had registered in the wrong race(s). Neither of us was particularly successful. We should have held up the start and made everyone re-pin their numbers where we could see them, but inexplicably we didn't. The first race went off fairly smoothly except, of course, for the unidentifiable riders, which made it particularly difficult to keep track of the multiple lapped riders. 

Friendly Friday

By the time the second race started it was getting dark. This race was an open-category masters race combined with elite women. As a result of the registration system not enforcing age or category restrictions, there were a couple of under-35 men, and a Cat. 5 women. This wasn't the world championships or anything so we didn't worry about it, although it could have become an issue when it was time to hand out the 3-deep prizes. 

Finish of the B race. One readable number, one semi-readable number, three unreadable numbers.

I spent this entire race at the laptop trying to straighten out the start lists and plug in license numbers that I was trying to read from an image sent as an email attachment on my tablet. By the time I had all of that straightened out, the second race had already started, so I started scoring the laps along with Cole and Ricky. We had two finish cameras set up that were working OK under the circumstances (darkness and lighting flicker rate issues typical of night races), but the big problem was the number of riders whose bib numbers we, and the cameras, could not see. This race had a wide range of skill levels, so despite the course being a bit over one kilometer, riders were being lapped all over the place and things at the judging stand were getting very messy. By the end we were reasonably confident about the first five or six places, but it wasn't until Tuesday that the rest of the places were assigned, some a bit tentatively, and thanks in no small part to some crowdsourcing of placings. Fortunately, the Cat. 1/2/3 race had a small field and despite the fact that half of them had numbers we couldn't see, it wasn't too hard to get those results right. I hadn't eaten a thing since about 4:30 when I finally headed for my hotel room around 10:30, reluctantly stopping at McDonalds along the way.

Past and Future all in one photo.

Saturday there was a 60+ mile ride that I knew was going to get fast. In fact, the average speed was a hair over 24 mph. There was initially a pretty big front group, but after forty miles or so we started losing riders, ultimately ending up with around 20. Then, maybe ten miles before the end, the group split for reasons unknown, and of course I was on the wrong end of that split. I figured we'd just roll in as the second group, but the gap just hovered at around 45 seconds, I guess. After turning onto the Longleaf Trace, it looked like the front group eased up, at which point some of the second group started to chase in earnest, finally closing the gap just before the end. Anyway, it was fun, and kind of a hard ride, even though I had mostly kept my nose out of the wind.

So Sunday Lisa had planned this ride starting on St. Claude right before the bridge and heading out to the newly paved 40 arpent canal bike path, and then down to Hopedale. That meant 81 miles for me, and as if my somewhat sore legs weren't bad enough, there was a brutal 18-23 mph headwind all the way down there. I immediately knew I wouldn't be taking any pulls, and wouldn't be contesting the two planned KOM segments either. The first planned fast segment was about 5 miles straight into the wind, so I didn't even try to stay with the group. When I came up to Steve, he got onto my wheel and I took a long pull and a nice moderate speed, only to pull off and discover he was MIA. I later learned that right after he'd gotten onto my wheel, all the stuff fell out of his saddle bag, so he stopped for a long while to collect it all. That was the last we saw of him. As it turned out, he had continued on but turned around at the bridge crossing before Hopedale. Then, on the way back, it looks like we passed him when he stopped at a gas station or something. Anyway, at the next intersection the group waited for me and then Dave, who said he thought Steve must had turned around (he hadn't), so we continued on. There were about a dozen riders, so although staying in the draft into that gusty headwind was no walk in the park, it was at least manageable even in my suboptimal state, and we made it to the end of the road where we stopped at a store that was a converted cargo container set about 20 feet above the ground, or water, which were basically the same. 

Tuesday morning Dawn Patrol ride. 

With the way the road curved, I knew that there would be a strong crosswind for the first few miles back before we'd feel the tailwind. Unfortunately, the way back started with a 10-mile KOM segment. I knew that starting at the back there would be zero draft, so Devin and I were never really with the group once it started. Eventually we saw riders getting dropped from the group ahead, first Mike, then Charles and someone else, and we got pretty close at the bridge crossing, but we didn't catch them before the next re-grouping. After that, I thought the pace would settle down a bit, but when we hit the highway with that 20+ mph tailwind, things quickly got out of hand. I dropped off when I saw the computer registering 36 mph, and again found myself with Devin and Mike and Charles. After that it was just the bike path and a commute back. Actually, I enjoyed the ride, and felt like it was a good time of year for a couple of back to back hard rides. It wasn't until a few days later that I learned that Dave, who had been on the ride, had suffered a heart attack a day or two afterward while at the gym. He was apparently scheduled for heart bypass surgery the following week.

So I Went to a Meeting

It all started back in 2014 when the local bicycle advocacy organization pushed a plan that would turn Lakeshore Drive into a 2-way bike path plus a 2-way narrow-lane roadway. For fitness and competitive cyclists, who have called Lakeshore Drive home for over fifty years because it has been the only unobstructed five miles of road in the city on which to train, it looked like a major disaster. We rallied the troops and, thanks mainly to a lack of funding I think, things settled down. Then, in 2021, two things happened without any input from us that made parts of Lakeshore Drive more dangerous and less useful for us, while also revealing a shocking lack of understanding about how cyclists like us ride. The Southeast Louisiana Flood Protection Authority - East (SLFPAE), which really should not have any authority at all over Lakeshore Drive, but does by claiming they need it for flood control transportation, together with, I have to assume, the Regional Planning Commission, put up a big sign showing how they were going to re-make Lakeshore Drive from Canal Blvd. around to Lake Marina Drive. That was the first we heard of it, and by then the contracts has been signed and the work was ready to start in about two weeks. Fait Accompli. I contacted them about it and was told that it was all about pedestrian safety around the restaurants and the curve because of speeding cars. About the same time, the City, which strangely has control of the Elysian Fields traffic circle because it is on the city side of the levee, with some participation from SLFPAE, installed the crazy bike path that hugs the gutter there, reducing the 2 lanes down to one, and putting in a million random flex posts and road striping pretty much where the bike lane should have been if you were intent on putting one there in the first place. That bike lane puts whatever naïve cyclists who use it in a situation where traffic turning out of the circle have to cross the bike lane. It was better, and safer, when cyclists continuing through on Lakeshore Drive could just take the right lane to prevent cars exiting the circle from cutting across their paths. 

So since then we have eliminated any actual training west of Canal, and now have to merge into the left lane at the traffic circle while avoiding the flex posts, aka "death spikes," because there is no way a group of 25 riders going 27 mph could possibly survive the debris-laden bike lane, not to mention the survival of any casual riders or young children who might have been lured into it. Since then, I'd been waiting for the other shoe to drop, since the West End work was called "Phase 1."

Fast-forward to April 17, just 7 days ago, when I was scanning posts on "formally Twitter" that I loosely monitor for work. There, I found a post by City Councilman J.P. Morrell, that consisted of a screenshot of a Public Meeting notice regarding "Phase 2." Fearing the worst, I contacted the SLFPAE to see what the plan was, but was politely told they didn't have anything to share with me until the meeting. So fearing the worst even more, I posted it to the NOBC FB group and elsewhere. Bike Easy didn't know about it (for the record, nobody there now was around back in 2014), the NOBC didn't know about it, pretty much nobody I knew knew about it. It had apparently been announced in the newspaper (remember those?) and their social media page.  Why would anyone expect something about bike lanes on Lakeshore Drive to be on that Facebook page? Anyway, the meeting was yesterday evening at 6:00 pm, at Lakefront Airport. It took me 45 minutes to get there, since it was basically rush hour, and the Seabrook bridge has been closed for over a month, and various other roads I tried were also torn up for road work. Although clearly they didn't want actual input into their plans from actual cyclists, either through ignorance or design, I felt obligated to attend to at least explain what was going to happen when it came to things like group rides, or just individual riders going more than 10 mph. A few of the other people who I often ride with were also there.

The motivation for all of this proposed work appears to be entirely focused on reducing the speed of cars on Lakeshore Drive. The bike lane seems like more of an afterthought to justify eliminating two of the existing traffic lanes. This will, of course, be nice for casual cyclists looking at the scenery, enjoying the 20 mph winds, and navigating around the inevitable runners, baby carriages, dog-walkers, young children, and others who will be attracted to the bike lane, at least the 1.2 miles of it that will result from Phase 2. Riders like us, however, are being basically, perhaps even literally, thrown under the bus in the name of vehicle and pedestrian safety. It's not quite as bad as it sounds, at least for now. 

The main focus of Phase 2 is a continuation of the 2-way bike lane and narrow traffic lanes from Canal, where it currently ends, east to the Orleans Canal, which is essentially Marconi. That is a distance of about 2,000 feet. Past that to the east, it will be back to the normal two lanes in each direction, until you get to Elysian Fields where you hit the existing clusterfrack of ill-advised debris-ridden bike lanes in the gutter and flex post obstacle course where we are forced to merge into the left lane while simultaneously negotiating the traffic circle. 

The other part of Phase 2 involves some as-yet undetermined road striping or flex posts or something between Elysian Fields and Franklin that may have us remaining in the left lane, depending on what they actually do. So from the entrance to the traffic circle where the two lanes go down to one, that's a distance of just under a mile (like 4,000 feet). Part of the goal there is to do something about the lack of visibility for cars coming down the levee from Franklin and turning onto Lakeshore Drive. That might result in some kind of push-out at the intersection. Frankly, the problem there is not so much a lack of visibility. As we all know, it is a problem of not stopping at the stop sign. Beyond that, there is no plan from there to the Armory loop. So all of this will, obviously, make it a little more dangerous for us, and given the piecemeal sections of bike lanes I seriously doubt the number of cyclists using Lakeshore Drive will increase very much. We will be switching from right lane to left lane multiple times over the remaining 8-mile out-and-back. As we all know, the way that some of the bike lanes are laid out in this city defies logic, unless you assume that the designers don't actually ride bikes, in which case it makes perfect sense.

North end of Norman Francis.

So at the meeting I took the opportunity to, as diplomatically as I possibly could, explain to Stacy, the Public Information Officer, Ryan the Engineering Manager, and the two East Bank Levee police officers in attendance why it was unsafe for us, and others, to be riding in the bike lane at 20-30 mph, usually with a group, and that we would therefore be forced to ride in the remaining roadway lane, and that we would undoubtedly be blocking traffic when we do so. I also  took the opportunity to point out that putting in what is a crosswalk as the way for cyclists to cross over from the right lane of the roadway into the 2-way bike lane that basically heads into oncoming traffic was kind of stupid and that no actual cyclist was ever going to do it that way. Apparently they don't think we are capable of moving from the right lane into the left lane to make a left turn like we do everywhere else. This is typical of some of the other stuff coming out of the NORPC, like what they just did where Norman Francis meets Moss, and where Fontainebleau meets Broad, and the unbelievable thing they did on the northbound side of the Broad Street Overpass, not to mention the flex posts that are in the way at the overpass exit onto Poydras, or the corner of Toussaint and Wisner. 

Surprisingly, all of this did not seem to be a cause for concern to the administrators in attendance, I guess for a few reasons. For one, the speed limit in the areas with bike lanes will be lowered to 25 mph. For another, our presence in the traffic lane will turn us into de facto human traffic calming devices. Granted, it will no doubt incur the wrath of motorists stuck behind us who may or may not, intentionally or otherwise, murder us, to which the authorities will then be able to say, "well, we did provide them with a nice little bike lane, so it's their fault." We, as a group, also suggested lowering the speed limit for all of Lakeshore Drive rather than having it go back and forth from 35 to 25 mph, although I should point out that it would mean that we ourselves might sometimes be speeding. 

How this will all play out remains to be seen. I did not hear or see anything about a timeline, but as we know from prior experience at West End, this kind of stuff can be done pretty quickly and I expect that those wheels are already turning.

There were, of course, some motorists in attendance (I'd say there were probably about 25 people on hand for this meeting) who were leery about the single-lane sections and speed limit and various other motorist problems unrelated to the subject of the meeting. Interestingly, there were people there from Blue Crab restaurant who were not too happy about some of the apparently ad hoc road closures the police occasionally set up around West End when things get really busy there. There were also a couple of people from Bike Easy, the Ghost Bike guy, and one or two casual cyclists.

So to summarize:

• There will probably be another 3,000 feet or so of single-lane roadway from West End, increasing the total length to around 1.2 miles.
• There will be a 25 mph speed limit, at least in the sections where there is a bike lane.
• The police are expecting to receive in-car radar to help with the speeding problem.
• The purpose of all of this appears to be to reduce vehicle speeds since apparently they can't otherwise enforce the speed limit and are tired of picking up the pieces and sending people to the hospital and getting sued.
• The competitive and fitness cyclists like us are basically collateral damage.
• I don't actually think this will cause us too much of a problem for our early-morning rides.
• We should be worried about where this is going in the future.

Conspiracies and Evolution

Tuesday on the Lake Trail

It's a season of transitions here in New Orleans. One day it's 80° and the next it's 55° with a 25 mph north wind. So - situation normal. The evolution of the Tuesday - Thursday morning rides have been slowly picking up more people since the move from the river levee to the lakefront. Tuesday was pretty breezy, and turnout was a little slim, but once we finished the lap of LSD and got out onto the Lake Trail we were easily cruising along at 24 mph. Of course, that meant that the ride back to the east was a bit of a slog and mostly at speeds in the 18 - 20 mph range, but that's not unexpected along the lake where the wind always seems to exceed the official forecast by 8 - 10 mph.

A big group for Friendly Friday

The next day's WeMoRi was a good workout as usual, still with a significant SE wind but far less of a factor with the larger group. By Thursday the wind had died down a bit more, which made for a nice ride. Friday morning was even better, with a starting temperature in the low 70s and only a very light breeze. That resulted in an unusually large Friendly Friday turnout that, remarkably, did not feature a blistering pace.

On Saturday I once again opted for the lakefront training race rather than the Giro, although I did start out with the Giro group at 7:00, looping back around on Lakeshore Drive to meet the 7:30 group as it headed up Marconi. This week the training race, which basically has a rolling start heading east after the bridge, blew apart almost immediately when someone, I think maybe Rob, attacked. I was dragged along briefly at 29-31 mph until I went to seek shelter, which as it turned out was farther back than I'd expected. A second group formed up fairly quickly and for the next fifteen miles or so we weren't losing much ground on the small lead group that was around a minute ahead, but the chase kind of lost it's motivation on the last lap, of course. Afterward, we had a good sized group that headed out to The Wall and back, leaving me with around 70 miles for the day. 

My plan was to do the Giro on Sunday. It had rained overnight as a cold front came through, leaving the streets wet and the radar unpromising. I rode out to Starbucks anyway, and as I sat there drinking my coffee there was a brief rain shower that ended just as VJ rode up. Of course, nobody else showed up, so VJ and I rode a lap of Lakeshore Drive. He peeled off to go home and I continued down Marconi. It still wasn't raining, so I thought I'd cut across City Park and maybe do another lap of Lakeshore Drive. Naturally, that's when it started raining again, so I aborted that plan and headed back home before I had a chance to get too chilled. Mellow Monday's ride featured a 20 mph northeast wind and a temperature in the 50s, which of course meant that just a few showed up. It was 15 mph heading east and 25-30 heading west.

The potholes on Marconi become so bad that the locals had to take matters into their own hands.

This morning we had a nice group for the Tuesday ride that featured almost no wind, a clear sky, and a starting temperature around 57°. It was nice. Even nicer, we found that the huge potholes along Marconi had been patched (I'd reported them to NOLA311 a week or so earlier, complete with photos), and the final layer of asphalt overlay had been put down around the Bayou St. John bridge. So that was nice. 

Total crap for us

This evening I'm going to have to go to a Public Meeting called, almost in secret, by the Southeast Louisiana Flood Protection Authority and Lakefront Management Authority so they can tell us how they will completely screw up Lakeshore Drive for us. I swear, it's like there is a regional conspiracy afoot to screw up every single route we use. Lakeshore Drive, Seabroook Bridge, and the Levee bike path. Anyway,  nobody, and I mean nobody, in the cycling community would have known about this meeting if councilmember Morrell hadn't posted an image of the announcement on his (formerly) Twitter feed that I happen to subscribe to for work. There was no involvement or notification by or to the local cycling clubs or, amazingly, even Bike Easy, which had actually floated a plan like this back in 2014 that we collectively opposed. I sent that around to everyone I knew, and then emailed the Flood Protection Authority contact for more information, which they refused to provide until the meeting. I also sent an email to our two at-large City Council members. As far as I can tell, the Flood Protection Authority answers to nobody and does whatever it wants, and this public meeting is just window dressing for a project that is already a done deal. Later, someone with contacts told me that the plan is, as I'd feared, to continue the 2-way bike lane in the gutter and road diet and road furniture clusterF that currently exists at West End for the full length of Lakeshore Drive, which will make the multiple daily group rides there even MORE dangerous while concurrently causing us to hold up motorists who will hate us even more than they already do. I hope I'm wrong, but I seriously doubt they give a damn about us and just want to try to force the cars to go slower by making it too dangerous and inconvenient to do otherwise. Of course, we will end  up in that narrower traffic lane with oncoming traffic on one side and probably flex posts on the other, since riding 30 mph in a two-way bike lane occupied by young children and beach cruisers and probably also runners and walkers would be even more dangerous for all involved.

Ripple Effect

Mellow Monday Morning Sunrise

A long, long time ago, while discussing the Tour de La, a teammate summed up the entire situation with the words, "Bikies are like sheep."  He was not wrong. Rides are always better with a larger group, so riders tend to follow each other and stay together the same way Sheep do. 

Over the past month or so that fact, combined with a certain ripple effect that began almost a year ago when the La Dept of Transportation plunked the first little pebble into the placid waters of local training rides, has created a level of chaos that is only now beginning to subside. That first pebble was the closure of one lane of the Seabrook bridge, which is the main route over the industrial canal that the Giro Ride uses. That wasn't too terrible, but it did screw up the final sprint that had traditionally been to the top of said bridge, and required negotiating a little gap between the curb and the concrete barricade at the entrance to the bridge. 

Then, not too long ago, a much larger rock was unexpectedly plunked into the water when, rather than finally begin the long-awaited repairs, they completely closed the bridge for a, thus far undetermined amount of time. That resulting ripple precipitated numerous weekly Giro Ride experiments aimed at finding the least bad alternate route across the canal via the Danziger bridge and Almonaster, or Chef, or Hayne, or France, or some combination of the above. Regardless of the route du jour, the warmup segment was extended quite a bit, a few additional complications like unrepaired road sections, water features, railroad tracks and traffic signals were added, and in general the warmup became longer, the fast part became shorter, and as participation understandably dropped for all of the above-mentioned reasons, the pace became just a bit slower (which isn't necessarily a bad thing for a lot of riders). It's still a workout for sure and most of the route is great, it's just the complication of getting to and from and over the Danziger bridge that has thrown a monkey wrench into the works.

Friendly Friday ride

As if the disruption of the weekend rides wasn't bad enough, the levee district and Corps of Engineers almost simultaneously closed off two miles of the levee bike path from the upriver Jefferson Parish line to St. Rose in order to raise that section of the levee, requiring the Dawn Patrol cyclists to fend for themselves on the narrow shoulderless River Road along a stretch that carries a fair amount of distracted and speeding early morning traffic that includes trucks coming and going from the Vulcan Materials operation.

Thursday morning

So the 6 am levee ride has changed, and is now meeting at NOMA and doing a lap of Lakeshore Drive plus an out-and-back on the Lake Trail to and from the Casino. The ride itself is fine, and is in fact what we did the last time a portion of the levee bike path was closed back around 2015-16. The only issue is that the additional commute out and back to the lake adds about 10 minutes to the 40+ mile Tuesday/Thursday ride. The other ripple effect is that lots of people haven't quite figured out all of the when and where information, so turnout for that particular ride, which would normally be in the 6-12 rider range, is still low. Hopefully that will change and we will pick up some of the lakefront and Metairie riders, which will make the ride better and faster.

Heading out Saturday morning with the Giro before meeting up for the training race

Two weekends ago a Saturday training race idea was floated around, largely as a replacement for the usual two or three Saturday morning rides that had traditionally done some version of the Giro route. That ride looks like it has some legs now. It starts at 7:30 am at NOMA for a warmup out to Lakeshore Drive, and then begins a 4-lap training race on the old 6-mile training race loop between the Bayou St. John traffic circle and the Seabrook loop, finally finishing with a sprint up to the top of the BSJ bridge. I did it last Saturday, for me starting from Starbucks at 7 for a preliminary easy lap of Lakeshore Drive, finally meeting the group on Marconi on its way to the lake. Aside from all of the flashbacks to the famous Tuesday/Thursday training races of yesteryear, it was a great workout with a good sized group. Afterward, those who want to can continue out to the Lake Trail at a more moderate pace. Last Saturday we had I guess eight or so who continued around to the Levee, which made for a 70+ mile ride for most, I think. That may be my default Saturday morning ride if things remain as the are. Hopefully, we can continue to have a decent enough turnout for the Sunday Giro as well. 

Local citizens have taken to making their own warning signs since the city is too dysfunctional to do simple pothole repairs

Last Sunday we had I guess a dozen for the Giro. I think that the route that has about achieved consensus is LSD to Franklin to Leon C. to Press to France, across the bridge, left and around to Jourdan to Almonaster to Chef to Venetian Isles. The return is like the usual route, Chef to the interstate, to Lake Forest, to Hayne, but then a left at the end of Hayne to Dowman, then back over the bridge and back to France, Leon C., Franklin, and Lakeshore Drive. I think it adds a couple of miles to the Seabrook Bridge route, but all of that is basically warmup or cool-down pace.

The weather around here is finally getting warm, although I admit I have still been wearing a base layer and, often, arm-warmers for the early morning rides. I hope those days will be coming to and end soon, though. This morning's Mellow Monday ride had a nice group. It's still dark enough that I need my headlight to ride out to NOMA for 6 am, but it's getting light earlier now and by the time we turn off of Canal back onto Lakeshore Drive we're looking at the sunrise. This morning there was almost no wind and a nice steady pace, which was good. I've been over 270 weekly miles for the past four weeks, and am finally feeling like adding in some more intensity, so looking forward to the WeMoRi and Saturday training races. I'm scheduled to be in Hattiesburg the weekend after next for the Farm to Fork criterium on Friday and ride on Saturday. I'll be helping with officiating for the criterium, so it's questionable whether I will be able to race as well. I can just play that by ear. It will depend on who else is helping with scoring and how big the fields are. There will be three criteriums, with the first starting at 6:30 pm, so the final one will be in the dark, which always complicates scoring and makes the camera a bit less useful depending on the lighting situation at the finish line.

Whatever

Friday

So here we are at the tail end of March when it can be summer one day and winter the next, which is pretty much how things went last week. Tuesday morning there was a light rain falling when I awoke, my response to which was a whispered "f*^k this" and an extra few minutes of sleep. Seeing as it was a Tuesday, and the forecast was for sunshine later in the day, and it looked like I'd be able to skip out of the office a bit before 5 pm, I decided I'd ride out to the Tuesday Loops ride at 6 pm. Tuesday Loops is kind of a strange one, but it is not without its upside. It consists of three laps of a course that goes from City Park out to the Lakefront, and then back to City Park. Each "loop" is maybe eight miles, of which half is done at a conversational pace, and the rest at a fast pace. Everyone re-groups after each lap, which makes it an especially good training ride for newer riders, or just those who might not be quite in shape enough to stay with a long fast ride. The downside, at least for me, is that the course includes three traffic lights and a particularly inadvisable hairpin turn at the bottom of the Bayou St. John bridge. The group is reasonably careful, but I just find all the starting and stopping kind of irritating. Anyway, I figured I could do two laps with the group and be home before dark, and at least get in a few miles with a couple of short efforts. It worked out fine, and it was great to be riding in summer kit, in daylight, which isn't as common as I'd like this time of year.

By Wednesday morning it was considerably colder with a strong north wind blowing. I went out to the lake to meet the WeMoRi, and by the time I got there the group had been pretty much shattered already thanks to the crosswind coming off the lake. I jumped onto the tail end of what was left of the group on Marconi, at which point one of the guys looked over at me and remarked, "It was carnage." Riders who had been dropped were taking shortcuts all over the place to get back into the group. By the time we got to the end of Wisner we'd picked up a few more, but a car was stopped at the light at City Park Avenue, leaving just a couple of feet to its right. The first few riders slipped through but then the rest of us had to basically come to a stop in order to squeeze through one at a time. By then there was a huge gap that I think only one person managed to bridge. I ended up alone, so I just continued, eventually making a u-turn on Lakeshore Drive to pick up the diminutive group on its way back from the Elysian Fields traffic circle. It was a workout. I think that maybe three riders actually did the whole route.

It was still windy on Thursday, and with just Charles and I on the levee, once Scott turned back at Williams, it felt like a much harder ride than you'd guess from the speed. By Friday, I'd decided to do the Saturday northshore ride despite the fact that it would be stacked with strong riders, so my plan was to take it as easy as possible. I was running a couple of minutes late, and knew I'd miss the start, so I headed straight to the lakefront to Wisner. That worked out OK and I met up with the group shortly after I got there.

On Saturday I headed north on the Causeway to Abita Springs for what I was certain would be a good ol' fashioned ass-kicking. Peyton was about to head off to Europe with the national team for a month's worth of racing. Also on hand were Ben H, Eddie C, Stephen M, Stephen L, Mark G, Nick L, Blake M, Reggie T, and all of the usual suspects, making for a good-sized group of 12-14, I think. I decided from the outset that I would stay at the very tail end of the group, at least until after the planned excursion up and down the infamous House Creek Road segment that was probably about 45 miles into the 60+ mile ride. I wasn't the only one who was somewhat unprepared for the fast segments. The group split on Million Dollar Road when the speeds went up to the 30s, but fortunately we regrouped at the end. Then of course it split again, followed again by a regrouping. We were about halfway down Factory Road when somebody up front put the hammer down once again. I was at the tail end, and when the rider in front of me let the gap open I decided to just stay where I was rather than try to make the bridge up the second group that was itself chasing the lead group that was going full-gas. It was maybe not the wisest decision because I probably could have made it into the second group. So anyway, the two of us rode together to the end of Factory where we turned onto Lee Road. Up ahead I could see the second group closing on the front group, so they must have eased  up a little bit, but the rider I was with was cooked, so I continued on ahead of him, still losing ground the whole way, of course. I was figuring that by the time I got to House Creek Road the front group would probably already be on its way back up the hill, so my plan was to get back in with them there. I got to House Creek and rode about halfway down without seeing anybody before I turned around. I didn't want to have to make a u-turn on the 8% grade a little farther down, since I was assuming the front group was about to appear at any moment. I got to the top and turned onto 40, but looking back couldn't see anybody. I started wondering if they had been going so hard that they were still ahead of me. If not, I was sure they'd catch me pretty soon anyway, so I just continued on. Well, fifteen miles later I got back to Abita Springs where I was surprised to find ... nobody. As it turned out, they had indeed been coming back up House Creek when I was there, but had stopped for a long time at the top to wait for someone. I probably missed them by just a minute or two. It was a pretty good workout anyway, you  know, the kind that Strava calls a "massive" effort. 

So on Sunday it was back to the Giro. The route has been fluctuating from week to week since the bridge was closed, but the group, which is understandably much smaller than usual, seems to be slowly narrowing in on a consensus of sorts. We went straight out to Chef on Press, which still has some bad patches where the road has been torn up, and then all the way out to Venetian Isles on Chef. That worked out pretty nicely. On the way back we took the traditional Giro route via Lake Forest and Hayne, then turned down France Road to get back to the Danziger bridge. Fortunately nobody went down on either of the two diagonal railroad track crossings. It's a toss-up whether Dowman is a better choice, though. For some reason the group stayed on Chef after the bridge rather than going back to the lakefront.

This morning, Monday, it was around 70°F but for some reason there were only three of us who showed up for the Mellow Monday ride. Well, that's not counting Dylan who had gotten stuck a at a train crossing and had to find us along Lakeshore Drive. I think I was still a little bit tired from the weekend. It should be warm with a strong south wind tomorrow morning. The word going around is that the levee work upriver from the Jefferson Parish line is supposed to start tomorrow, so we will have to play it by ear. It should be possible to drop down onto River Road to bypass the two mile construction zone, so I think we'll give that a try and see whether it is feasible or suicide. The speed limit there is 35 mph, but there is zero shoulder to the road and probably some truck traffic. If it's bad, we will have to investigate some other options because it'll be only about 11 or 12 miles from the start to the path closure.

Easy Miles

Dustin's Birthday Ride on Sunday

It was still chilly Wednesday morning when I headed out in the dark toward the lakefront. It was one of those mornings when just getting out the door was a struggle. I guess it must have been the same for most of the rather diminutive WeMoRi group into which I merged along Marconi, because there was an obvious lack of either horsepower or willpower, or perhaps both. The pace remained low, at least by WeMoRi standards, although I did not hear anyone complaining about it. Thursday's levee ride turnout was a little low as well, and by the time we were past the airport it was just Rich and I. The moderate east tailwind had lured us into doing the full route, but of course that meant a long and relatively slow ride back down the river into an increasing headwind. I guess part of the motivation for doing the full ride, in spite of there being only the two of us, was that the forecast for Friday morning was calling for thunderstorms.

So I was a little surprised when I awoke Friday morning and found dry streets and weather radar that I interpreted to mean we'd probably get the entire Friendly Friday ride in before the rain. Perhaps I should have studied the morning weather a little more. I showed up at City Park to find only Mitchell, which was a clear indication that we were the only ones who had misread the meteorological crystal ball. We headed out anyway, riding at an easy pace, but still fully expecting to stay dry. That expectation was soon drowned when we made the loop around the Armory. Heading back toward the west we could now see, and hear, the lightning and thunder of a rapidly approaching storm, and within a minute or two we could feel the first raindrops falling. I was still holding some hope that the rain would remain light, but we decided to turn early and head straight down Wisner to shorten the route. By then the light rain had gotten heavier, and by the time I was heading back home along Norman Francis it had become a torrential downpour. The street was already starting to flood as the water finally soaked through my shoes and wool socks, and by the time I got home I was thoroughly soaked. I went inside, poured the remaining water out of my shoes, and jumped into a nice hot shower. Oh well, at least we tried.

Adding miles after the Saturday Giro. North wind eschelon.

Saturday was a Giro Ride day, and as Giro Rides have been going lately since the Seabrook bridge has been closed, it was anybody's guess which route we would be experimenting with that morning. This time we took Lakeshore Drive down to Press and Congress Drive to get to the Danziger bridge, and then just stayed on Chef Menteur rather than switch over to Almonaster. It worked out OK, but of course everyone missed the long fast stretch on Hayne. On the way back the group was kind of lazy, and a couple of people rolled off the front. Then, instead of going back to Lakeshore Drive, we stayed on Chef, dodging potholes and stoplights. Four of us then continued out to the Lake Trail in order to add some miles. It was still super windy out of the north, so most of the ride could be described with a single word - crosswind. The one exception was the stretch from Veterans to Airline on the airport road where we had a full-on tailwind that kept us at 30-31 mph the whole way with what seemed like minimal effort. The ride back down the river on the bike path was a long slog in the crosswind with tired legs that brought my Saturday mileage up above 80. 

Sunday was Dustin's birthday ride, starting up in Independence. I'd been kind of on the fence about this one, but give that the bridge closing has taken some of the luster out of the Giro, I finally decided to go ahead and commit to the 72 mile ride. I went  up with Dylan. We started with, I think, 13 or 14 riders, including Sean and Evan, and I was glad to see that the ride was going to be a fairly easy one. Even so, I was very much limiting my effort and time on the front, since I could still feel the prior day's 80 miles in my legs. The group stopped multiple times to regroup, with a long store stop at around 50 miles. It was a nice long easy ride on roads with hardly any traffic. Saturday and Sunday pushed my weekly mileage up over 300, but of course most of it was fairly low intensity.

More wind on Monday

This morning we just had a few show up for Mellow Monday, no doubt thanks to the 20 mph wind. Even though nobody was trying to make the pace very fast, the northeast wind made things a bit challenging anyway. Instead of going straight home, I rode down to TUCA headquarters at University Square to meet Zion who wanted to spend some time on one of the Wattbikes in preparation for one of the USAC talent identification events he is planning to attend in California.

Spring Breaks

This was probably a 30-minute tire change.

This is perhaps the most unpredictable time of the year here in New Orleans. It seems like I spent all week second-guessing the weather forecasts, which were clearly second-guessing themselves. It was another of those situations where the weather coming from the northwest was going to move progressively more and more slowly, only to finally come to a halt just north of us, or just south of us, or right on top of us. To spare you the suspense, it was the latter, albeit a little later than originally expected. On the plus side, the weekly rides all went off nicely. The weekend rides, well, not quite so much.

The WeMoRi on Wednesday morning seemed to be going along just fine until we got to that right turn onto City Park avenue. As we approached, in the dark of course thanks to DST, we could see a big yellow school bus stopped at the red light. Normal people would have stopped and waited. WeMoRi people, don't all quite live up to that appellation. The riders in the lead unwisely squeezed past on the right just as the light turned green. I was already committed to the left and turned in front of the bus, signaling to the bus driver mostly to alleviate my own sense of guilt for doing something so blatantly stupid. A number of more intelligent riders behind me stopped and waited for the bus to move on. So by then there was a huge gap I was increasingly unlikely to close by myself. Just as I was about to throw in the towel, Steven came past with a, "Come on, Randy" and pulled me and a few others back up to the front group where we had a bit of a chance to recover. A bit later we came to the light at Toussant after the Backdraft sprint, rather strung out as usual. Half the group went through on the green before the light changed. Looking to the left, there was a car barreling toward us showing no sign of slowing, so the rest of us had to stop, which as I understand it, is what you are supposed to do when a light turns red. Well, at that point it was "game over" for us, but we at least kept the pressure on the rest of the way.

Saturday morning I rode out to Starbucks feeling a little chilly, but knowing that the sun would be out and it would warm up into, at least, the 70s. I knew there would be complications with this ride. The Seabrook bridge, which had been partially closed since May, was now fully closed with the drawbridge in the "up" position, and unlikely to be re-opened for months, optimistically. Lots of opinions about alternatives had been stirring around on Strava and Facebook and such, none of which was ideal, most of which were doable. There were a number of possible work-arounds, route-wise, but the only viable way across the industrial canal was the Danziger bridge regardless. After that, the options involved various combinations of Chef Highway, Almonaster, and Old Gentilly Road. But there was yet another wrinkle that, at least for some of us, might be considered a complication, and that was the fact that the group this day was kind of stacked with horsepower, virtually guaranteeing that the stretch down Almonaster and Chef was going to be very, very fast in a very non-conversational way.

Ouch!

So things were going along nicely, and we made it over the bridge and then around to Almonaster without a problem. I moved a little closer to the front as we came over the overpass that dropped us down onto Almonaster. As we started down I shifted down at least three cogs anticipating the worst. I found myself maybe fifth or sixth wheel as I tucked low to stay in the draft. The road flattened out and our speed levelled off at 27-28 mph as a little paceline started to form at the front, a front to which I was way too close. As I went past Brett who had just pulled off, I remarked, "What the hell am I doing here?" I eased out of the paceline before coming to the front and sought refuge back in the draftier part of the group where I figured my longevity might be better. It had been raining overnight and we almost immediately came across a section where there was water all the way across the road. Everyone slowed down, but the front five or six practically attacked coming out of it. Back on a somewhat drier surface I looked up to see that group rapidly approaching the horizon. I think one, maybe two, made the bridge up to them but the rest of us were hopelessly off the back and our somewhat anemic and disorganized attempt to chase was as sad as it was comical. A bit later we came upon a few riders from the earlier SaMoRi group on the side of the road struggling to get a flat tire off the rim. We were there for a good fifteen minutes before prying the thing away from the rim bead to which it seemed practically glued, and changing it. Back out on Chef we saw the front group on its way back and Chris and I made a quick u-turn. Fortunately they hadn't ramped it up yet, so we had a minute to get ready for what we knew would be a race back into town. We slotted in smoothly at the tail end of the paceline as the speed hovered in the 28-31 mph range with Peyton, Brett, Lisa, and a few others driving the train.

The batture trail in springtime.

So we turned off onto Old Gentilly Road and crossed the dangerous diagonal railroad tracks, with the pace holding at around 30 mph with me clinging to the back of the paceline. Just as we got close to the main gate at the NASA Michoud Assembly Facility I heard some warning from up ahead. There was a long 1 x 6, probably the cross-member of a wooden barricade from the streets department facility, lying across the road. I was behind Steven. There was a rider dropping back from the front on the left. Steven didn't have much room to avoid it and clipped it, throwing him off to the right. He almost saved it, but by then I think he was overlapping the wheel ahead of him and he went down pretty hard. I had just a moment to contemplate the likely trajectory of his bike. Fortunately for me he and his bike fell to the right as I was going around the board to the left. The bottom line is that he had broken his collarbone in two places. So Chris and I waited until Steven's wife came to pick up the pieces. In the meantime, MJ, who had been late for the ride, showed up, so at least we had three for the ride back, which was still at a respectable pace, I think. By then it was turning into a beautiful day with the temperature in the 70s. 

Later that afternoon, and knowing that Sunday would probably be rained out (which it was), I went out for a little easy ride on the levee and the batture trail, which was amazingly quite dry, on the cyclocross bike. The flowers were blooming, but looking more closely I could also see the poison oak making its spring comeback.

By Tuesday morning the temperature will be in the mid-40s. Sigh...

Bad Week

Sunday Giro

Just when you are starting to think you might be starting to get in shape, Mother Nature swats you right back down to the ground. I'd had a nice enough time at the March 4th Mellow Monday ride, but knew that the weather was going to get worse by the end of the day. 

By mid-day it was storming with no end in sight. I waited at the office, hoping there would be a break before it got dark, but eventually submitted to my fate, which in that case was a very wet ride home. I pulled on my rain jacket and waterproof cap and rode out of the parking garage onto aptly named Perdido Street, which was already under about six inches of water. A couple of blocks later, crossing S. Claiborne, the water was so deep I could barely keep the bike moving. Switching over to Gravier things were no better. The water wasn't quite so deep on the sidewalk, so I rode there instead of in the street where there were already a couple of stalled cars. The problem, however, was that I couldn't quite see where the sidewalk ended, so naturally I rode off the edge once, which meant putting a foot down into about two feet of water. And so it continued. Of course I was completely soaked from the waist down by the time I got home. At least it wasn't very cold.

Tuesday morning it was still wet, so I didn't get in my usual morning ride, but at least I did make it out to WeMoRi, which had a smaller than normal turnout. Things looked better Thursday morning but I had an 8:15 am appointment for a checkup at Ochsner, so didn't ride that morning. In retrospect, I should have gone out early and put in a few miles. I had been nursing a scratchy throat for a couple of days, but it wasn't progressing, so I went ahead with the checkup, which was mostly routine blood work and conversation with the current Resident at the primary care clinic. That resulted in my getting a Shingrix booster shot before leaving. By evening I was already feeling the effects, which included a mild fever, headache, and various other aches. That kept me off the bike for Friday and Saturday.

Saturday afternoon my brother and niece were in town. Thankfully I was starting to feel a little more normal by then. I'm not quite sure how much of the headache and fever were caused by the vaccine or by a head cold, or by allergies (the oak trees are just about in full bloom). At least I got some decent sleep Saturday night, so by Sunday morning I felt like I may as well head out to the Sunday Giro. It was cooler, and with the time change having happened that morning, it was dark. I figured I'd have a cup of coffee and leave my options open in case I didn't feel quite as good as I thought I did. Turnout was pretty low that morning, thanks to the strong north wind that accompanied a little cold front, and probably also to the fact that Rouge Roubaix had been on Saturday. That made the Giro relatively mild, as Giro Rides go, and so I was feeling fine hanging out near the back and staying in the draft. Rouge Roubaix kind of lucked out in that the rain didn't seem to have had too much of an effect on the unpaved segments of the course. In fact, I suspect that it may have made them faster by packing down the rocks into the damp ground. Lance Abshire won the 92-mile race at just under 4:02, and the post-ride photos I saw showed bikes and people that were fairly clean, so the roads must not have been too bad. I ended the week with what was probably my lowest-mileage in a long time.

Monday morning it was again down into the 50s, where it will apparently be for the next couple of mornings too. I rode out to the Mellow Monday ride in the dark, arriving right when they were rolling out. Dylan was spending a lot of time on or near the front on his Tri bike, pushing the pace a bit into a significant northeast wind. It got fast when after the Seabrook loop when we picked up more of a tailwind, so it was maybe a little harder than I'd have liked for a Monday, but really not all that bad. Charles was back in the group after being off the bike for three or four days with another COVID infection, but it didn't seem to keep him from taking a few hard pulls on the front. Hopefully I'll be able to get back my usual routine this week, but there's a lot of rain in the forecast for the next week or two at least.

Sunshine on My Shoulders

Friday morning with the Friendly Friday Dawn Patrol

It's not quite the end of February, so still far too early for declarations about springtime, but this is New Orleans and as always we are relentlessly teased by Mother Nature. The mornings last week were, by my standards, still chilly, with temperatures in the low to mid-50s, but hey, I'll take that any day instead of low 40s or, heaven forbid, low 30s.

Last Friday we had a big group, no doubt a direct result of a morning conducive to summer kit. It's always funny how that first warm morning brings all sorts of people out of the woodwork. Riding home I briefly contemplated putting in a few extra miles, just to enjoy the sunshine. Back at the house, the oak leaves were falling like rain. If you live under live oak trees you soon realize that the season called "Fall" is a misnomer. Although the trees do drop a fair amount of leaves in the Fall, it is early spring when they shed most of their leaves, just as the new ones are starting to develop. At the moment there are at least ten big bags full of leaves out on the street waiting for Wednesday's garbage pickup. I hate to see them disposed of that way, but the front yard is well covered already and all of the leaves that fell, and are still falling, in the back yard are still there. These were just the leaves in the street that were clogging up the storm drains.

Free tools!

The weekend weather was looking to be better than anything we have had thus far this year. Saturday's Giro Ride had a good-sized group and was quite fast. I think Will was probably on the front for half of it all by himself. Even sitting toward the tail end of the paceline I can usually tell when Will has settled in for a long pull at the front because the pace becomes so steady that you'd think you were motorpacing. Although it was a pretty good workout, I arrived home feeling surprisingly good, probably thanks to my careful attention to wheelsucking. We were planning a longish ride over in Mississippi for Sunday, so I didn't want to do too much damage the day before. 

As a special reward, I found a nice soft-face hammer on the roadside when I was riding back from the lake, so I stuffed it into my pocket to add to my roadside tool collection. Over the years I have picked up some really nice tools that have no doubt found their way out of pickup truck beds.

Sunday morning over in MS

On Sunday I was scheduled for an 80 mile ride that Steve and Charles had organized over in Mississippi, starting at a playground just off of I-10. It was one of those days that challenges your wardrobe selection abilities. When I arrived at the parking lot around 7:30 am the car thermometer read 49°, but there was almost no wind and the sky was clear. The forecast was calling for upper 60s later in the morning. Although I usually opt for at least knee warmers when it's below 60°, I knew it was going to warm up quickly and decided to go with bare knees. Yeah, it was a little chilly, but that didn't last more than about twenty minutes after we rolled out just past 8:00. We had a good group of, I think, nine, plus one other rider on an E-recumbent who tagged along the whole way about five bike-lengths off the back. Most of the route was fairly flat, with some little hills up toward the northern part of the big loop that we rode. Riders were taking super long pulls at the front on the way out. I think we may have had a light but increasing tailwind, and with the pace mostly in the lower 20s riders seemed content to stay on the front a little longer than usual. I think we were at least twenty miles in before my turn came up for my second pull of the day.

After avoiding a bunch of peacocks that were crossing the road in front of us, we eventually came to a store stop at maybe 42 miles into the ride. I got a Coke, but was still carrying around two nearly full water bottles and emptied half of one of them so I could fill it back up with my leftover Coke. I ate a little granola bar that I'd brought along, but wasn't particularly hungry quite yet since the pace had been fairly moderate. I think some were probably just a little apprehensive about the distance. Indeed, when we got to around 65 miles I could tell that a few of the riders were starting to feel the distance. Also, this was where the terrain was the least flat. I was definitely starting to feel the prior day's Giro in my legs on some of the uphills. It wasn't terrible, but I certainly knew I'd ridden 60 miles the day before. 

This morning, Monday, the temperature was in the upper 50s and the wind was light. I went out with covered knees, a base layer shirt, and arm-warmers. I was a little chilly at first but otherwise pretty comfortable. The Mellow Monday group kept it fairly mellow this morning, which was nice because there was still just a bit of residual soreness in my quads from Sunday's ride.

There is a weekend of racing over in Mobile this coming weekend. I am hoping to go, but kind of tapped the brakes this morning when I looked at the forecast, which was calling for thunderstorms on Saturday and some more rain on Sunday. Of course it's still early, so hopefully that will improve. I don't bounce as well as I used to, so that is something that I have to consider nowadays. A rainy road race wouldn't be too bad if it's not very cold, and the criterium is on a pretty non-technical concrete course, so even it the rain it probably wouldn't be sketchy, but I would probably still hesitate to rail the one significant corner like I might otherwise. We'll see. Not looking forward to the time chance coming up on March 10 when all of my morning rides will be thrown back into the dark.

The Longest Month

Obligatory Rex Photo

February is the longest month. Not technically, of course, but definitely mentally. Throw in Mardi Gras complications and posts from other people who are actually racing already, and it just makes it seem even worse. It's always like that. Cold temperatures, strong winds, and lagging motivation. The only thing that kind of saves me would probably be diagnosed by some as obsessive-compulsive disorder. Or perhaps just the knowledge that the older I get the costlier become those skipped days. Anyway, somehow I survived Mardi Gras week without too big a hit to the training log.

We were off from work on Monday, probably because everybody knows that nobody would show up the day before Mardi Gras anyway. That offered an opportunity for a long ride, but of course Mother Nature had other ideas. I woke up that morning, as I'd expected, to a weather radar that was entirely green and a light rain falling outside. It was also pretty cold. So I initially set my sights on early afternoon, by which time the rain was supposed to taper off. As it turned out, though, a lot of the rain that was showing up on radar was not actually rain, and by 10:00 or so it looked like the streets were drying up a little bit. What I did not find was the motivation to push myself very hard into a wind that was occasionally trying to wrest away control of my front wheel. I still managed to log 40 miles, albeit with speeds ranging from 12 to 31 mph depending on the sinuosity of the Mississippi River. 

Tuesday was Mardi Gras and it started out very cold. I decided it would be a great day to skip riding, except for my usual ride to and from the French Quarter. Candy and I rode over to Napoleon Avenue around 10:00 and watched all of the Rex parade, after which I made my way downtown via, mostly, Prytania. Riding along toward downtown just a couple of blocks from St. Charles, I could see the parade off to my left at the intersections. By the time I was past Jackson Avenue I'd already passed all of Rex and was looking at Zulu floats. Zulu always comes down Jackson to St. Charles and ends up ahead of Rex. Fortunately, Zulu turns left when it gets downtown instead or right like Rex, so as long as you're ahead of Rex you can usually cross Canal Street pretty easily. 

I locked the bike up on St. Louis street where I ran into Dustin & company. We headed over to Royal, or maybe Bourbon, but as I was taking photos I soon lost track of them entirely. I wandered around downtown for a couple of hours as usual before finally heading back home, by which time the temperature had risen enough to make the ride quite nice.

So Wednesday's WeMoRi was pretty much of a disaster for me. I rode out to the lakefront as usual, with the group catching me just after the turn onto Wisner. Jaden came past me and I jumped to catch his wheel since nobody else was there, and immediately thought to myself, "This is not exactly the ideal wheel to be on right now." My speed went from 19 mph to 26 as my heart rate went from 94 to 155 bpm, at which point I moved over and motioned for Brian, who was behind me to come through. It was a small group and at the back I found little draft as the pace remained fast. I was barely hanging onto the tail end of the group as we went over the overpass and things got strung out. I wasn't recovering at all, and so just after turning on to City Park Avenue I quietly drifted off the back. I was thinking I'd take some time to recover, turn onto Lakeshore drive, and make a u-turn ahead of the group on its way back from the traffic circle, but then I ran into Jeff who was sitting in the parking lot fixing a flat, so I stopped there before riding out to LSD where I missed most of whatever was left of the group before heading back home.

Thursday's levee ride was going along nicely, even though there were just three of us left by the time we were past The Dip. Then, within sight of the Luling bridge, I noticed my front tire going soft, so I told the others to continue while I stopped to fix it. I assumed I'd pinch-flatted on a sharp little hole I'd plowed into earlier, but later that night when I did a post-mortem on the tube I discovered a piece of metal wire sticking a millimeter or two past the inside of the tire. How it didn't puncture the new tube before I got home I'll never know.

Old bike, old kit. Expecting to get wet but stayed dry.

Friday we had a big turnout for Friendly Friday, and the pace remained pretty moderate, so that was nice. Saturday, though, was a completely different story. It had rained all night and into the morning, so the Giro was completely out of the question. There was an off-and-on light rain falling most of the morning, but nothing too serious, so around noon I decided I may as well go for a ride. Assuming the streets would still be wet, and/or that it would start to rain again, I dressed for colder temperatures than we had. There was a strong northeast wind blowing at around 14 mph when I finally hit the road around 12:50, but the levee path turned out to be essentially dry. Still, it was a long battle in the wind, stopping occasionally to take pictures of the eagles that are so easy to spot this time of year when there's not much foliage on the trees along the river.

Saw four eagles on Saturday

The weather was a little better on Sunday, but it was still quite cold and windy, which resulted in a pretty small turnout for the Giro. We did the entire route anyway, although certainly not as fast as usual, and then a whole group agreed to continue down the lake trail to add what is inexplicably called the "shuffle," which took us eventually over to the river levee. By then the sun was out so it was a nice ride that added enough miles to make up for the missing mileage, if not intensity, earlier in the week.

Only three on Monday

This morning's Mellow Monday ride had only three of us. It was still rather windy and cold, so I guess a lot of the usual people decided to skip it altogether. I was feeling a little tired, so it felt like a good enough workout even though I didn't spend much time in the wind. Fortunately it looks like temperatures will be rising a bit for the rest of the week!