Are you like me in that when you find the road blocked and you have to change your route, you get a little mad? Just a little bit. I know I shouldn’t. I should be better than that and rise above it, perhaps a little shrug of the shoulders to go with a good natured “Cuss me” à la Mr. Fox. But no, I usually utter some other slightly more vulgar profanity and curse the poor hardworking construction types who are today preventing me from crossing the railway tracks at Woodland Avenue.
I know it’s not their fault, but “Cuss me!”
The part that was especially frustrating was that in order to cross the tracks I had to double back two kilometres to the foot bridge. Well, come to think of it, that’s an extra four kilometres of riding that was tacked onto the planned ride so really I should not complain as it just boosts my annual tally a smidgen.
Climbing concrete stairs in cleats is not the safest or easiest task, but thanks to carbon fibre technology the bike was no challenge to lift and shift suddenly to maintain balance if required.
The rest of the ride went off without a hitch, indeed I was able to pedal out my aggression into the headwind on the outrun and this contributed to a healthy average speed over the 48 km of 32.6 km/h. Out early tomorrow morning is the plan (today as you read this) so time to check the wind and determine which direction I am going to go in. Or, as my lovely wife Marie would tell me, “Just get up, see what’s happening outside, and make your mind up then!” She has a point of course, but perhaps I can have just a little peak on weathernetwork.com.