It wasn’t that long ago I was averaging 7,200-7,500 miles per year on my bike. Now, I know that’s no record and you may know someone, or be someone, who rides more.
In 2019, I had an accident 31 miles into a 545-mile ride I had done 14 times before – SF to LA. I was off my bike for 3½ months. But the next year, I was back to 7,000-plus, even during the pandemic. (However, because the bakeries were closed, we ate far fewer doughnuts.)
Sprinkled throughout those thousands of miles were some 100-milers and plenty of 70- to 80-mile treks.
Ride to Cool? Sure. Let me grab a water bottle.
Pedal to lunch in Old Sac with 15 other old people? Will there be French fries?
A crumb doughnut is well worth a 50-mile bike ride.
I have 55 bike jerseys, and 65 percent of my T-shirts are bike-themed. I write this column weekly and another one monthly. I’m a ride leader and a quasi-officer in my bike club. I made sure to buy a car my bike would fit IN. I taught two grandchildren to ride.But, I noticed a few years ago I seldom had a time when I was riding at my full potential, as anemic as that potential might be. There always seemed to be something not quite right, often a bike fit issue. But I never shied away from a challenging ride and although I am not a great climber, roads with “Mount,” “Grade” or “Hill” did not intimidate […]
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