Saturday, February 21, 2015
The Blue Balls Ride
The Boyfriend did not join us because he was out riding with his new bike buddy. We shall refer to him as The Other Man.
Meanwhile, let's discuss what The Boyfriend missed, shall we, much to my delight.
Steaming down San Jose Soquel road, my silk scarf blowing wildly along with me, a male cyclist and his team caught up to me and he said, "Love the scarf. It's pretty." Note to BF: That's code for "I'm pretty." I think I must have been exuding phermones because boy I sure caught the fancy of a few men, cyclists, motorcyclists, etc.
I arrived at the park with the blue balls only to discover that half of our Eastern Sierras gang was also on the ride! Another thing The BF missed out on. Miss P. chatted with a nice looking cyclist who was wearing the same jersey as hers. Too bad he had other plans....
The BF, that I was wearing wool. Here I am in Corralitos before the climb up Eureka Canyon. A male cyclist said to me, "You're pretty." Sweet. Take note Boyfriend.
As I came into the home stretch at Old Santa Cruz Hwy., my favorite frenchman was waiting to escort me back to the car. Note to BF: what a nice finish, eh.
I am, of course, delighted that The BF has a new biking buddy and I hope he enjoyed his ride. We enjoyed ours.
Just the stats:
4868 feet of climbing
10.2 avg mph
31.5 fastest speed
5 hr 37 minutes (not bad)