Two at least of my regular hills are closed for repair & tree removal so I was condemned to the pot-hole riddled & but poorly patched flat Davidson for my entry/exit. Motorists do not heed the 20 mph limit & are chary to cede any jot of roadway to cyclists avoiding pneumatic disaster. It’s not my favorite bit of Earth; now it’s unavoidable. The hill up & around the flat fiasco is my preferred entry; I spent my first 2 years fearing & avoiding it.
A good stiff wind today with few gusts. As usual many newbies out getting in some Me Time but rarely getting in the way. Cycling has a punishing learning-curve but, a harsh mistress, once educated you stay alert.
I managed to head for the exit at the proper mile to hit my 75K goal – or nearly enough.
It was on the last lap heading home where I saw the first snake of the Year, marking the official start of Spring. Nearly 3 feet long, iridescent black approaching blue. A fine beast, newly shed & hungry. Alas Saturday night will sport a low on 31°; adapt or die.
Ecbatan 