View of Boulder below from Flagstaff Mountain
Fine Saturday morning with only one chore scheduled. Drop off the black pony for a Colorado pothole sponsored front end alignment at Century Chevrolet in Broomfield. Eight AM appointment so I won't bother the bride to pick me up. Weekends are not designed to sit around a waiting room even if there is free coffee. This will be the last chance to road ride before spending a week in Florida with Mickey and Minnie.
Throw the Road Project in the back, check into the dealership wearing Spandex and I'll figure it out from there. "Couple of hours at least". Might be called anti-social in some circles but the beauty of riding on your own means no debates between different mindsets and no limitations other than your own. Throwing the mental dart, it landed on the Flagstaff Mountain climb in Boulder.
About 20 miles of traffic riddled roadways through Louisviille, and Baseline road into Boulder and we're looking at the base of the popular City of Boulder Open Space. Freak'n wind had me in middle ring on the South Boulder Road descent just to stay upright and in the teens.
About 20 miles of traffic riddled roadways through Louisviille, and Baseline road into Boulder and we're looking at the base of the popular City of Boulder Open Space. Freak'n wind had me in middle ring on the South Boulder Road descent just to stay upright and in the teens.
A collection of Boulder healthy people line up on the mile long entrance climb from Broadway. I passed couples and guys older than me. A dozen 20's something riders dressed in Garmin Transitions jerseys that were sure they are the next Tyler Hamilton pass me.
Three quarters up the climb I pay for shifting to the cheater third front ring/granny combo with a major chain suck. The rear wheel locked up skidding from the sickley 8mph pace to an abrupt stop. Thanks to the 2 old guys I'd past for stopping and helping me wedge the final link from the Ritchey carbon wheel's bladed spokes.
Return trip wind fight was worse than the westward route and climb. Battled crosswinds down US 287 back to Broomfield and was glad to roll in the dealership and get in the XM Radio and AC equipped cab. Hot bath, beer and nap. Greek dinner in Golden tonight.
Beat the parking fees on Flagstaff by not driving. Wonder if Mickey and Minnie have a tandem?