Girlfriend is training for her first century and today was such a gorgeous day (daytime temps have gone from below 10 to over 20 Celcius in literally less than a week) it seemed a shame not to do a long ride.
130km later, she did great. Century time soon I think!
We rode the route I did for my Strava century, minus a 'detour' stretch. Along a river, up into the mountains, through tea plantations and little villages full of fruit stalls... holy shit, what a route. So much nicer when it's sunny and warm! http://app.strava.com/activities/43681221
Hilariously, BOTH of us got punctures. I got mine on a climb and only realised at the top, then proceeded to blew up my CO2 nozzle (the seal shot right out the end - super weird), she forgot hers (doh!) and I was only saved by a nice passing cyclist with a pump. I fucking love cycling - almost everyone is a friend. Then near the end she got one (her very first) and since we had no way of inflating the tyre we had to walk to a bike shop. Luckily there was one about 10 mins away. If it'd happened in the mountains I think we'd have been fucked!
Some days are just too damn nice to be spoiled, though. Gorgeous weather, gorgeous route, gorgeous company (harrr) and cycling camaraderie - it's days like today that remind me why I dedicate a large portion of my life to being on my bike.
Girlfriend is training for her first century and today was such a gorgeous day (daytime temps have gone from below 10 to over 20 Celcius in literally less than a week) it seemed a shame not to do a long ride.
130km later, she did great. Century time soon I think!
We rode the route I did for my Strava century, minus a 'detour' stretch. Along a river, up into the mountains, through tea plantations and little villages full of fruit stalls... holy shit, what a route. So much nicer when it's sunny and warm!
http://app.strava.com/activities/43681221
Hilariously, BOTH of us got punctures. I got mine on a climb and only realised at the top, then proceeded to blew up my CO2 nozzle (the seal shot right out the end - super weird), she forgot hers (doh!) and I was only saved by a nice passing cyclist with a pump. I fucking love cycling - almost everyone is a friend. Then near the end she got one (her very first) and since we had no way of inflating the tyre we had to walk to a bike shop. Luckily there was one about 10 mins away. If it'd happened in the mountains I think we'd have been fucked!
Some days are just too damn nice to be spoiled, though. Gorgeous weather, gorgeous route, gorgeous company (harrr) and cycling camaraderie - it's days like today that remind me why I dedicate a large portion of my life to being on my bike.