We got a lot of awesome vegetables and depending on your view of tomatoes- fruit. We got some raspberries, dandelion jam, and some other goodies. I love a good farmer's market.
Then I took Mrs. Guitar Ted to a coffee shop and I had a nice pour over. Love that......
The afternoon was time to grind some gravel. I was not disappointed either. It seems that Black Hawk County wanted to make darn sure I got a good dose of the chunkey goodness so they laid down a nice fresh carpet of crushed rock for me. I am so lucky they look out for me so. (<===sarcasm)
|Ditch to ditch covering of fresh gravel. It makes for screaming thighs. (And other parts of the body!)|
I had thoughts of doing a big mileage ride, but then I cut that back a bit, but I had to come to a realization once the ride started. Fresh gravel everywhere means slow going. You basically are herding that bike down the road at a slow rate of speed, all the while your legs are churning out a never ending cadence. There is no rest. Even down hills are pedaled (mostly) when there is this much gravel.
|For some reason, I chose roads with boring flowers. These yellow lilies were an exception.|
|My daughter renamed my Tamland "Captain America". Gee......I wonder why?|
So anyway, I got in 30 miles and it was great. I figured out some stuff, thought through some other things, and saw a lot of beautiful country on a couple of roads that were new to me. How can you complain about that, even if you had to slog through several miles of loose, deep, fresh gravel?
I don't know that you can.