I played hookie for the last hour of work and got in an unusually long weekday ride for a Thursday (almost 50 miles in all). The weather was perfect. The air was crisp, but not hot, the sun was shining and there was little to no wind. The route was perfect, it was mostly low traffic country-ish roads that passed numerous lakes, rivers, ponds, climbs, descents, etc. Rides like this are why I ride bikes. I've ridden longer routes this year and faster rides this year (average was only 19 mph), but for whatever reason, I thoroughly enjoyed every second of this ride--just being out on the road by myself was awesome.
This was almost the "perfect" ride--if not for a near miss that would have made this perfect. I was feeling pretty good and going at a pretty good clip down a long descent on 139th Street in a tucked position. I looked down and saw that I was going 43mph. All of a sudden I looked to my right and saw a cop hiding on a side street shooting his radar gun....YES! I thought. Finally a chance to get a speeding ticket on a bike--the crown jewel of cycling dork-dum! That would have made this the best ride of all time. I'm not sure what the speed limit is there (maybe 25 or 35 mph), but I probably was speeding. Unfortunately, Barney Fife didn't budge. Still was the best ride of the year, but would have been icing on the cake to get my first speeding ticket on a bike...maybe next time.
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