|Papillon, camping in the Cévennes|
Regular readers know this: I love to tour ... longer rides, away from home (ok, ok, in southern France) solo.
Here is a photo of my beautiful, perfect, touring bike, Papillon. We travel together very happily, uphill and down, mile after mile, across mountains, next to seas, loaded with whatever I need (she needs very little) and have a blast. I can't wait for our next trip, hopefully in September.
|Papillon, climbing in the Pyrenees|
Regular readers also know that I decided to make some goals closer to home, to try riding some group events here, and so have ridden three metric centuries this spring. Last week, I also joined a local group ride of about 25 or 30 riders. I have enjoyed all those experiences, they are fun, challenging, and keep me grounded in the present, usually a good thing.
Also, although some of you say you don't believe me, you know that I am totally slow, and get dropped, dropped fast, climbing hills, when I then feel like a boulder rolling downhill. Downhill backwards, the wrong way. It doesn't seem so slow climbing when I'm happily touring solo, well it seems slow, but doesn't change the experience so much.
In groups, and group events here it does change the experience. No matter how I train, how many hill repeats I do, I am always near the very back. Now, I know my demographics are against me, and I can't change that, but more experienced riders keep telling me..."You won't be able to keep up unless you are on a road bike." They tell me the geometry is so different, and the resistance from the tires, and that the weight will be much lighter.
|Pinarello, me, and unplanted garden beds|
|Pinarello and dinged up car|
I'll put a few more pictures up soon, this is all I have just now. So, Gerry, you got it right away!
Well, there were three paragraphs ending in exclamation points. I am glad to learn that it's ok to ride different kinds of bikes. Aren't those two beautiful bikes! Four paragraphs.