This one is for Eileen and anyone else who read my slightly whiny post about our rough cycling summer (that sat out there forever without a new post to push it down into archives).
Sunday I had a terrific ride around the north end of Lake Washington. We've been having a gorgeous September in Seattle (payback for our gloomy August) and Sunday was perfect-for-anything-outdoors-weather with deep blue skies and temps topping out in the mid-70's. There was a moderately strong north wind, so I planned a ride (on advice of Jeff) that started to the north and end up with a tailwind. I headed south along the west coast of Lake Washington, crossed the I-90 bridge going east (closer to traffic, farther from the drop to the water; best direction for a cyclist with a fear of hights). After crossing Mercer Island, I headed north through Bellevue then Kirkland to the long and memorable Juanita Hill. Then back to the familiar Burke Gilman trail and south towards home. About 2 miles from home I got a flat, but I took some time in Gas Works Park to successfully patch it for the ride home. The upside of all of the flats I've gotten commuting is that I'm a much more adept flat-fixer now. ;)
Turns out Jeff took a similar route with his testosterone-ride, but I started much later, slower, and without a few extra hills I'm sure were thrown into his ride. He's feeling back on form, though, which is good considering that he's riding this in just a few very short weeks.