Drafting

I'd forgotten how much a difference cycling with somebody else makes. Late afternoon on Saturday, I met up with Chris at Marymoor Park in Redmond for a ride out to Snoqualmie Falls and back.

Instead of the 14-15mph pace over I would have averaged if I had ridden by myself, we averaged about 18mph. We completed the 38 mile roundtrip in just over two hours of ride time, alternating pulling every mile post marker. One time while pulling I neglected to signal an upcoming pile of rocks at an intersection, so Chris's rear tire blew.

Next time I hope to start a little bit earlier—whoever I'm riding with—so that we we aren't racing to get done before dark. Perhaps stop and get coffee, which in my book, is pretty much mandatory when riding with friends. That, and to make sure whoever is drafting me doesn't run over rocks they can't see.

Thursday Afternoon

There's something really satisfying about spending a Thursday afternoon with a couple of friends, sucking back brews (see Chris, 4th picture, right cart) and playing golf. My golf game is terrible, but I don't really mind; especially when a friend picks me up in a golf cart after I've sliced the ball into the forest and there's a drink in the cup holder waiting to ease my pain.