As I said previously, I've been in a bit of a funk of late. In pondering why, I came to the conclusion that I posted earlier: boredom.
OK, I freely admit I've got a lower threshold of boredom than many (most?) other people. I have friends that ride 10K miles a year on the same roads, over and over. I just can't do it. It feels to me like I'm on a 40 mile long treadmill.
Most years, this isn't a problem. The year generally breaks down to: three months in Texas, my brevet series with various national and international brevets spread throughout the year. As a consequence, I'm typically only riding at home 3-6 weeks at a time and the rest of the time I'm doing something else, somewhere else.
In thinking about it further, I concluded that:
- The majority of my rides are 40 miles or less.
- They all start either at my front door (solo riding) or a few miles away (the brevets I host).
As a consequence, I see the same 10-15 miles of road a lot. There are only so many ways in and out of the Big City so regardless of whether I ride a loop or out and back I'm still on the same roads for at least 20-30 miles of every ride.
It gets old fast. At least it does for me.
So with that in mind, what is a Coronavirus restricted cyclist to do?
I decided that I would periodically throw the bike in the car and start my ride from somewhere else.
My first foray at this was yesterday. I drove down to Blue River which is about 15 miles away and then did a portion of my Fennimore 200K from Blue River to Fennimore with a different route that took me back to Blue River. Just under 50 miles total.
The day was hot (near 90) and windy and, being a loop route, the piper is gonna get paid somewhere and I paid him. There were lots of places where I was sailing with the wind and lots where I was grinding hard to go 8 MPH on level ground.
I also did something else that I never do: stopped and took pictures. I generally hate stopping. On brevets, I never stop unless I have a mechanical (rare) or am at a control (or need a bio break). Stopping to take pictures just doesn't happen. For years, I carried a very nice, small, waterproof point and shoot camera. I never used it. I did all of LEL with it in my jersey pocket. Didn't take a single picture.
So part of the "do things differently" ethos I'm trying to adopt is to stop and take pictures, or even turn around (!), when I see something worth a photo.
So here are the results. Hope you enjoy the photos. And yes, the ride did help me break out of the funk so I'm going to do it again.
| Between Blue River and Boscobel |
| Needed all three water bottles today! |
| They're not kidding about that sign. I've gone that way before, but not today. |
| In the Driftless, if they put the world "hill" in a road name, you know you're in for something special! |
| Forever views! |



