Miles I rode yesterday: 58
That's not made-up! NYC to West Point...
Percentage of the ride that deserves the adjective delightful: 5%
Percentage of the ride that deserves to be called enjoyable: 70%
Hmmm, perhaps that is slightly too generous? No, I guess it is pretty much true...
Breakdown of other 25% (in terms of horror rather than duration):
Riding out of NY: 5%
Riding on the bike path over the George Washington Bridge: 35% (would be higher, but duration was extremely brief--but it is very narrow and twisty, and you are VERY close to the edge!)
Riding through confusing country intersections where it is hard to stay with the group: 5%
Clipping out while coming to a stop on an uphill intersection of some sort from which one will shortly have to get started again: 5%
Riding down steep hills: 50%
I was wishing in retrospect that I had appreciated the not-utterly-horrifying aspect of the NYC bit of the ride more--really there was no traffic, it was a holiday, whereas I am still finding these downhill rides extraordinarily nerve-racking!
Really the nicest part was getting into New Jersey and suddenly feeling almost calm. Those are the empty suburban and country bike-riding roads of my fantasies! And we passed a field with horses in it?!? And often there were no cars in sight!
One of the three screws came out of my left cleat at some point, I think just before the descent on Bear Mountain (I could tell it had gotten jiggly, and I was having trouble clipping back in). I am hoping that if I screw the other two back in more tightly, it will stay on for today and tomorrow - but perhaps some well-supplied other cyclist will have an extra screw...
All right, must go and get a move on & get ready for today's ride. But I am relieved to have survived thus far. It is nothing epic by cyclist standards, and I was riding with the slowest group (because the C group has a no-drop policy!), but that is still what I call a real bike ride. This is my big bike training weekend for the NYC tri in two weeks, so I think it worth the sacrifice of the lovely quiet weekend of reading and writing I could have been having at home...
If I can make it through the day in cheerful spirits, I may reward myself and preempt likely stress by skipping this evening's social event, there is something about having dinner on a boat that makes you feel trapped! It will be much better if I stay in my hotel room and read a book and watch Olympic swimming on television (thanks to Wendy for telling me when it would be on)...
Really the title for this post should have been "A screw loose"!