Halfway There!!

17:00 Mostly Cloudy 26c SSW22 gusts 35 31c 56%

16:00 Mostly Cloudy 27c SSW20 gusts 33 32c 53%

15:00 Mostly Cloudy 27c SSW23 gusts 36 32c 50%

Strong wind gusts were my friend & foe all the way. Head wind and 32c on the way home made this ride particularly challenging. 100km in a week is a first for me.

Delighted to have made it to the halfway point.

What a Ride!!

Today’s ride? I let Yellow Bee choose the route. Never again.

As a city dweller and a single-speed, I figured it would stick to well-beaten paths — gentle curves, maybe a bump or two, a scenic detour at most. You know, civilized cycling.

At first, things seemed promising. We cruised along the paved bike paths, surrounded by traffic and noise, but I stayed sharp and in control. As we merged onto the Watts Creek pathway, I started to relax, enjoying the scenery. That’s when I let go — not of the handlebars, but of the decision-making. I trusted Yellow Bee.

Big mistake.

Without warning, Yellow Bee took a sharp 90-degree turn off the path and onto a dirt trail. Not even 500 meters in, we hit a brutal climb. I pretended not to notice its labored breathing. Like any good riding partner, I kept quiet — but I was thinking, “This’ll teach you.” Yellow Bee must’ve sensed it. It let out a couple of strained grunts and pressed harder, but didn’t go any faster. Somehow, against all odds, we made it to the top.

Then, just as I started to feel smug, Yellow Bee decided to teach me a lesson. With a reckless “Yahoooo!” it tore downhill like it had no brakes, no fear, and no regard for life or limb. I was certain we were moments away from becoming one with a tree or skidding into a ditch. My desperate shouts — “Slow down! Are you insane? You’re going to get us both killed!” — were swallowed by the wind, and all I got in return was a mouthful of flies.

But Yellow Bee didn’t care. It was in its element, slipping and sliding over loose gravel like a wild thing, while I clung to the handlebars and prayed for mercy.

I didn’t say a word the rest of the way.

When we finally got home, and I wheeled Yellow Bee into the garage, it chirped, “Wasn’t that fun?”

I whispered back, “Sure… never again.”

Back in the Saddle

After a bit of a rough start, I’m finally getting back in the saddle. Yesterday marked Day 1 for me, and determined to catch up on my pledged distance, I set a bold target: 50 km.

So, I dusted off “Yellow Bee”—my trusty old single-speed bike, lovingly rebuilt by a colleague—grabbed a water bottle, strapped on my helmet, and hit the road. It took some time, and by the end, my calves and quads were in total shock.

But hey… 51 km. That’s what happened, boys! I am certain they will forgive me soon!!

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