It’s been a minute since I rode last, so going out felt tough right from the go. It was good though. The weather was perfect and getting some air recuperative. But when I rode at my height in about 2005, I could feel every day I took off, so take two weeks off and you feel it bite you.
I got three flats today —— almost unthinkable —— but I had great scenery as I fixed the first two. I got a double flat on Ivy Hill Road from a bump so hard that both tires went flat in seconds after hitting it. And with no additional spares, I flatted closer to home. I must say, that maybe it was a sign to bring some of the scenery home with me once I was finished spouting my four-letter words.