I finally got off my buttum (as my three year old would say) and biked to the gym for a 5:30 class this morning. I was a little nervous about my LeMond because I rode over some glass Monday morning and my skinny tires aren't very forgiving. I really did not want to experience a flat in the dark while my family slept and carry my bike to the gym or home. Luckily, my tire held out and I forgot how glorious it feels to ride early in the morning with so few motorized vehicles on the road. The chill of the wind, the freedom, the feeling I could ride on forever...bliss.
I did stop, however, instead of just riding on and worked out for a hour. The ride home was beautiful with the sun coming up, but the cars that were now on the road were clueless. At least half a dozen didn't give me close to the legal requirement of three feet passing space (a future post on this, I promise, but suffice it to say, if I can reach out and touch your car with my short little arms - you are waayyy too close). I mean seri-ass-ly! It wasn't rush hour, I was going at a pretty fast clip (the speed sign set up near one of the school I pass said I was going 21 mph uphill) and I wasn't taking the entire lane except at the stop light or when turning. So why or why crowd me?
I still enjoyed myself and look forward to more early morning rides to the gym.