I was talking about the fact that I can't do the Ride Across MN this year (a two-day ride, rather than the normal 5-day ride). Well, I recently figured out what my plan would be: three, 100-mile bike rides this summer. I don't think I've ever done more than two in one year. I haven't mentioned this plan to anyone, including, until about mile 50 today, the people I was riding with on what was intended to be Maggie's 2021 Century Ride #1.
I recently scheduled today as a day off work so that I could ride. I decided this weekend to ride 20 miles to the start of a Twin Cities Bicycling Club ride that was listed as a 63-mile ride, and then ride home afterwards. I was a little nervous about it because I hurt my hamstring running with the dog this weekend. But I got my bike all fixed up last week (new chain, new hub), and had the foresight to realize last night that Google Maps' idea of how to ride to the ride was not the best way for me to get there. The forecast called for some rain, but not until later in the day and with some not-too-crazy rainfall amounts.
This morning, I checked the weather over breakfast (more rain, more thunder, a bit sooner), and headed out on my bike at 7:10. I got to the Caribou Coffee in White Bear Lake at 8:40 - - 50 minutes before the group ride started and had a cookie, a beverage, and applied my sunscreen very diligently. I knew two of the ten other riders (all of whom are retired and expressed their condolences at the fact that I still work a full-time job). These retirees are no slouches. This was the fastest, hardest 62-mile ride I've ever done. It ended up being a mile shorter than advertised... because of a construction detour?
The 20-mile route from my house to the ride. |
We weaved (wove?) our way east through little neighborhoods and farms, crossed into Wisconsin, stopped at the site of an old toll bridge (now causeway) on the St. Croix River, rode up the river to Houlton, and crossed back over to Stillwater, Minnesota on the "new" bridge - the bridge that is just a few years old. It was still hot, humid, and sunny and we were glad to have a shady trail leading out of Stillwater. Then, not too long after, there were ominous clouds to the north, but we were going west! and south! and fast!
Today's winding route from WBL into WI |
The causeway is what appears on the left of this old photo. It once was the base of a toll bridge into Minnesota, that apparently was hard for old-timey cars to navigate. |
The new bridge. So pretty. (From the Internet.) |
So, against the advice of the other riders, to whom I had revealed my century ride plans by now, I was going to continue to ride home, since I'd be going southwest. Well.... we finished the group ride and it looked like crap everywhere and it started to drizzle. I thought if it just drizzled, I could do the 20 miles home, but there was lightning in the (not too far) distance. So, I accepted the offer of a ride home, in a car, much to my own chagrin and disappointment. Not 2 minutes after we left the parking lot, it POURED. Buckets and buckets of water, so much that you couldn't see more than about 15 feet ahead. I was so grateful to not be riding on the county highway I had planned to take back to Minneapolis, drenched and likely to get hit by a car with no area to seek shelter.
So, I didn't get 100 miles in, but I got in 82 fast and hilly miles. The farthest ride I've done in 2021. And I'll ride 30-45 miles tomorrow, which I think counts more than a 100-mile ride. I'll still aim to do two more this summer. And next time I'll take some photos with my own dang phone.