I love bike riding in a large pack. The hum of tires on pavement, the whir of gears and chains, the click of shifters, and the speed are exhilarating. Unfortunately, the group that blew past me this morning on Foothill in Pleasanton was out of my league. I latched onto the end it for a few hundred yards, but as the pace climbed to well over 25 mph I realized I wanted to ride home without feeling completely wiped out.
Actually, while I love it, and miss it, I’m no longer comfortable riding in a large pack. I don’t feel I can hold a line as well as I used to, and I fear what a fall might do to brittle bones.
So anyway, I had a nice 25 mile solo ride to Sunol and back before it got too hot.
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