Great job, Uawadall! Not all of them are easy and you will do better with more miles under your belt.
I only hammered out 34.8 miles this afternoon, but what hot miles they were! The Boy Wonder and I met up out in the countryside and then we linked up with a local Cat. 2 and a Cat. 3 roader that had switched to mountain biking and was missing the pavement a little.
The Boy Wonder was out on his disco brake cross bike with 34 MM tires. The Cat. 2 was on a brand new Pivot gravel racer...all carbon goodness and disco brakes and a large, floppy rear fender that, judging by the amount of road spray and [censored] was on the bike, did next to nothing. Billy, the Cat. 3 was on his new Raleigh cross bike. Both had big, wide, gravel and cross tires.
Weird...all three of their rides were plastered with mud...not a good omen!
We did maybe 7-8 miles of pavement together and then dropped off the radar onto some sketchy chip & seal 'roads'...and then we ran out of road...uh oh!
I showed them how brave and stupid an ex-motocrosser can be. I bombed down the slick, greasy descents like Swami hunting for a house to plant his face into. 23's be damned! I splattered up the bike and myself like it was a Belgian mud course. My 39x25 was a little much for a couple of the slick climbs and I had to stay seated to keep the rear tire from spinning out from under me in the gooey clay mud and loose gravel.
Killing the fast dirt descents was awesome on a road bike and I nailed one good attack that looked like Lars Boom over the cobbles of the Tour de France. Bouncing and chattering across the rough, pot holed flat section of dirt, I left them all to eat my road spray...until The Boy Wonder came flashing past on my right running a whole universe of Watts more than what I could pull off!
Well, Mr. B., it took a bucket of hot water, three scrub brushes, a rag, a sponge and an hour of cleaning before I could even think of bringing the bike inside for a proper detail job and lubrication. And my shoes? Man, it was almost 60 degrees today so no shoe covers and my Bontragers were coated with a dried layer of mud made from limestone that was like cement!
I tossed the shoes in the washer...damnit! I should have had The Boy Wonder snap a pic of my helmet and face. You would have sworn I had just got done with a wet cross race.
Anyway, more fun was had! The Cat.2 and 3 split off to go ride a local canal path that is not paved...go figure...and work their way back towards their houses in the big city. The Boy Wonder and I hit the asphalt for a few more fast miles. I swear, I was doing everything I knew and using every trick in the book to stay on his wheel as we worked our way back to my car. The wind was raging again today and sweat was pouring from under my helmet at 20-25 MPH as we blasted into the wind for the last 7 miles.
Does it get any better than that? I don't think so!