Broke the bike free from the trainer and don’t want to put it back
When I remove the good bike from the apparatus that binds it in the basement, I don’t want to put it back. After an oddly mild winter our Spring has been full of rain and discontent. I’ll pace, watch the clouds, radar patterns, and even go out for a bit on the good bike and then back to switch to the rain one, if needed. I covered how it falls on me and my mind in this post. Yesterday it was face-stinging rain, miserably cold, and poured down from high clouds.
The Roubaix took the edge off again, like it’s designed to do, but my mind drifted to riding the Scott Foil fast and in the sun. Twice before the rains came back, I was late for dinner riding that bike, taking the long way home.