The Boyfriend and I were assaulted by what felt like an artic wind on the way out. I was a bit nervous since last weekend's minor crash but you just have to get back on the bike, right.
Me: Yoo hoo, when will we be stopping for our lattes?
The BF: Pipe down and drink your sports drink, Missy.
Me: Does it come with foam and melted chocolate?
Me: Yoo Hoo, when I can expect the limo to arrive to shuttle me up to the top?
The BF: Darn, I knew there was something I forgot to do this morning ... book a limo, right!
Me: No lattes, no limo, say, what kind of boyfriend are you?
The BF: The kind that puts up with your whining. Get back on the bike and go.
Me: Yes, Sir.
A few more miles into the ride ---
Me: Yoo hoo, are we stopping to have a quickie?
The BF: Sigh.
Well, it got mighty hot on the ride.... I was 2 miles short of the summit when The Stud came flying down. On the return, for once, no headwind. Sweet.
Just the Stats:
32.5 mph descending
10.4 avg mph
4 hr 13 min