I wish I could train trains. Then there wouldn’t be one sitting across the place where I need to cross the tracks to get home! 

At the start of my ride, I just barely beat a ftrain. In fact, it was cutting things almost too close; 10 seconds later, and I wouldn’t have dared to try crossing those tracks.

But I got across safely; then headed out to do some miles. Today there wasn’t much wind; and I enjoyed an RXBar Blueberry along the way. I didn’t try to push the pace; although maybe I should do more of that during these Sunday long rides. I’ve never really shaken off the fear that I might overdo things, and find myself totally exhausted when I’m a long way from  home.

As always, the Sunday long ride means an electrolyte drink in addition to a Camel-Bak full of water. I sure wish that BioSteel could give me muscles of steel!

So I rode at a pretty steady pace; and at 11.5 miles decided to turn for home. And now we’re coming to the train trains part of it: a stopped train blocking the crossing; and of course I couldn’t know how long it might stay there.

So I rode on to the next crossing, maybe .7 miles away. I was almost there when I heard the locomotives rev up, and start ringing the bell; and I decided I probably couldn’t beat the train. That meant turning around and heading back to my usual crossing.

And that train was slow. All that detouring and waiting delayed my getting home by some 10 minutes. I’m glad it wasn’t cold or raining!