Let’s hear it for our man Raz’s first TCI Friday! Read hard. Comment harder. Happy Friday. – Robot
To most people I call it my annual kick off the summer ride. To my immediate family it’s known as my birthday ride.
My birthday arrives in early June, just about the time the weather starts getting really nice in most necks of the woods. I don’t call it my birthday ride to everyone because their first question concerns age, and frankly, I don’t keep track of my age any other time of the year.
On this particular ride day, however, my goal is the number of miles to match the number of circles I’ve completed around the sun.
This year I combined the birthday ride with an actual errand, which meant going to a city that’s not quite far enough away for it to be a simple out and back. So I tried to extend the ride there, making the grave mistake of turning the first 12 miles into a gravel grind rather than just a sweet spin on the road.
Most of my rides are on gravel and those rides barely reach 30-something miles much less anything anywhere near my age. As those 12 miles drew to a close I realized the error of my ways. Going the full monte would be a challenge. Happy Birthday to me!
Once I hit the pavement with my slicks on my Cannondale ’96 Olympic Mountain Bike, the miles slipped by quickly. Then I faced the real challenge. To get enough miles in I had to ride 6 miles past my home to another city and back.
Hmmm, if I double count the gravel miles I could still get away with counting the right number of miles, and just coast home. And really, who cares other than me? But no, as I rode past my turn for home I realized what little control I actually have over things like this. Damn ego.
I eventually made it home with the proper mileage checked off.
This week’s question: Do you have any annual rituals or rides?