Psychologically passing 10,000 miles both comforting & annoying. I initially set up a specific number of rides of specific distances & simply rode those distances. Total number of miles wasn’t supposed to be the point. But at the end of a season my inclination is to noodle about looking for next year’s routes. 20 miles can constitute a “ride” whereas earlier it was merely a warm-up. Plus the cold & rain factor; I’m willing to freeze an hour for a Century but not for 12 miles of exploration.
Rain today hit at mile 14 & I refused to check the app to see how long it wd last. So different from March riding. I stand by my belief tho that riding in rain on a Fixie is far easier & safer than on a single speed or 10 speeder. The unavoidable pedaling connection to the ground constantly whispers You Got This on all but wooden surfaces (Bridges are still my Bugbear). Lack of brakes makes for more intelligent approaches & responses. I can’t see myself ever riding anything else.
On the home front, my pile of California mail still offers daily problems & oopses – so far none catastrophic. How my parents stayed on top of all this so easily is beyond me. I have a plan to consolidate bills & mark up a calendar – but they are so far just plans. In managing affairs I’m still on slick bridges.
Ecbatan 