Sunday was a long ride down
The original forecast was for fog then sunshine, max of 16. Sometimes, it just doesn’t happen, with an official, achieved max of 13.7 shown on the nightly news. We had a reasonable roll down
By the time we hit our regular refuel stop, my legs were beginning to suffer from the hill attacks, and it still hadn’t warmed up. I was dreaming of a very large latte, as opposed to my usual glass, and of a warm jacket and beanie. Once there, I had a quick warm up under the hand blower in the Ladies’. Over coffee, I was worried about smashing my legs further on the hills heading home, after yesterday’s efforts, and suggested taking the train part way home. Thankfully, I wasn’t laughed down. Mr Legs decided to finish his ride to Bulleen via the bike path, and Mr Univac and I caught the train to Ringwood. The fog still hadn’t lifted, and Ringwood felt colder at midday than it had at 8 am. At least it had dried out, which made the final 10km home pleasant enough. I‘ve never opted out of a long ride by taking the train home, but strangely, I felt no guilt taking 20km off the final tally this time! In fact, I’m glad I did, with the cold and muscle fatigue I was feeling. June 1 and I think I am over winter already.