I have officially ridden my bike for eight days in a row. That’s a record for me.
Now I’m looking forward to two days off to attend a Conference at the Royal Conservatory of Music in Toronto.
I’ve learned a lot on the River Road this week. While most people pass me like a vehicle, which is what you’re supposed to do, especially on a marked scenic and bicycle route, Coca Cola trucks do not.
There was a great article on my twitter feed this week about the 19th century health scare that told women to beware of the dangers of Bicycle Face. You can imagine my bicycle face when the truck ran me off the road as I turned into this corner at Lock 23. There wasn’t even on-coming traffic. Grrr.
I also learned that I really don’t like being passed by other cyclists. Most of the time, there is nothing I can do about it. Today, a couple passed me going up the bridge to the rowing club just as I was setting out. But once on the road, I had them in my sights and realized I could pass them. So I did. The thing about passing people who have already passed you right at the start of your ride, is that you have no choice but to keep booting it. Now you are in their sights.
I improved my course record by almost half a minute! Up to now, I’ve been excited about a couple of seconds.
The River Road, is the cottage and cycling all rolled into one. The Trent Severn Waterway is in view the whole way from Trent to Lakefield and it is so beautiful. On the other side of the road, there are meadows and farms and a rail trail bike path. People swim and fish and picnic, bird watch and even just sit by the river and read.
For now I keep riding this road because the sight and smell of the water takes me back to summers at the cottage, and fellow cyclists who give me the wave remind me of boat trips with my Dad. I’ve been remembering him a lot this week.
Soon, I will need to tackle some hillier routes.