May 31st, 2006

Bike

Not the Best Ride Ever...

What a gorgeous day. Sunny, warm, and not as humid. Headed down to the bike path after work planning to do 12 miles or so. Hopped on the bike, started pedaling, and instantly discovered how stiff and sore my quads were. I have no idea why they were that tight. I didn't ride yesterday. All I did after work was go to the supermarket, and then plop in front of the computer to listen the the Dodgers game. It is a puzzlement. Still, I carried on. Then, about a half mile down the path, I noticed it was getting chilly, and that the wind was coming from an unusual direction. I glanced up and saw that a humongous cloud bank was rolling across the sky, blotting out the sun. Huh.

I continued anyway, but I figured that with my sore legs and a potential downpour on the way that I'd cut the ride down to nine miles. Things were going fine, and the stiffness finally worked itself out a couple of miles in. Then two frelling maniacs came roaring up behind me on a motorbike (totally verboten on the bike path), forcing me off onto the grass next to the path. Fortunately, I was able to keep control of the bike, but concentrating on that kept me from getting the license number as they sped away. Fuckwads.

The rest of the ride was uneventful, if chilly. I packed up the bike, and headed for home. Halfway home, I emerged from under the cloudbank, the sun was shining, and it was lovely once again. Must have been a coastal thing.