Happy Labor Day
My saying, “Happy Labor Day” sounds rather like a cruel joke. I’m retired; so you might say that every day is a holiday for me!
Of course I went for a ride. I used the hybrid because the road bike is in the shop for a tune-up. The hour-by-hour forecast predicted rain and T-storms from 10:00 am; so I went out early.
Even at 7:15, the clouds were already building up. My legs started to feel a bit tired after about seven miles; so I acted like a wimp, and turned for home. But 15+ miles isn’t all that bad.
Part of any long ride — or even a very short ride — is Chamois Butt’r. I find that it makes riding more comfortable. If you prefer, there’s also Chamois Butt’r Her’. I tried it; and personally, I think the original formula is better.
With no handlebar bar, I had to rely on my bike trunk to bring along a few things: the poncho, in case it began to rain; cell phone in case of an emergency; and a protein bar in case I needed it. I did eat a GU-Gel at my turnaround point (Salted Caramel, a favorite of mine); but I got home with the protein bar unopened.
Aero bars I’ve got not; but that’s OK. This shows the “cockpit” of my old hybrid; and the new one that I got a year ago is similar. Even when I’m using the Camel-Bak, I take along an extra bottle of water; and for rides over 10-12 miles, electrolyte drink is a must in hot weather. Stretching ahead is the levee bike path.
On the way home, I kept an eye on the sky. The clouds were building up; but I had sunshine most of the way. I arrived home about 9:00; and then the waiting game began. When would it rain? I began to hear thunder shortly before noon; but as of 12:30 pm, it looks like somebody else is getting the rain.
That’s not fun for people who want to participate in outdoor activities; so is it unkind to say, Happy Labor Day?