Welcome back, BCFB.
I resolved last night when I went to bed that I would set the alarm for 4, and if it was over 50 when I got up, I’d go out for the year’s first BCFB ride. So when I woke at 3 and checked the weather to see an expected 51 at 4, I was excited.
And I wasn’t disappointed. Even hitting a crack in the road and getting a flat less than 5 miles into the ride didn’t entirely dampen my spirits. Even coming home and finding that my wheel now appears to be out of round hasn’t concerned me much (other than it may prevent me from getting out again in another couple of days if I don’t figure it out — and I’m confident I’ll figure it out). An early-morning ride like this just cleans the soul and starts the day like no other. I honestly can’t figure out why more people don’t think to do it.
Oh well. Their loss.
