The Long Ride

With cyclocross season coming up fast, it's time to put in some base miles. One staple of the base period is the Sunday morning ride - while most are still snug in their beds I'm on the road at first light.

Even though it's early, there's still traffic to contend with.

Yes - it's pie plate hating geese, looking for unwary cyclists who run pie plates on their back wheels. Fortunately, I am not guilty of this transgression and was unharmed.

After getting through traffic, I was on my way to Salt Air.

The ride, along a frontage road, offers a nice long stretch to spin, with of scenery.

With the early start, it was just me and my shadow out for the ride.

After some spinning, I reached Salt Air. Now, when I was in India, I got a lot of crap from the locals about not going to Agra to see the Taj Mahal. Well, feast your eyes on this - no need to see some old hotel or whatever when I've got this in my backyard!

I must have become disoriented, because on the way home somehow I ended up south of the border.