RIGHT DAY, WRONG BIKE.

THERE I WAS SOFT PEDALING, HEART RATE 115 BPM, 27 MILES AN HOUR... a regular ho hum day.  Hahaha... I wish that was my norm.

The wind was blowing strong and steady from the northeast and I was all by myself on the bike trail heading southwest.  If only I was on The Marvel instead of HVY MTL.  Today was a day to smash the KOM.

The Marvel is my aero road racing machine.  HVY MTL is my heavy, slow, un-aero, giant-tired, adventure bike.  

Right day, wrong bike.

I was movin'.
Still havin' a blast.

Maybe it was the right bike... sure seemed right when I left home, in search of a mostly car-free route.  I'd already put in 8 hours this week, and I could feel a touch of burnout approaching. 

Riding HVY MTL is always fun, always different. 
Far fewer constraints.
See a curb, jump it.  
See a trail, take it. 
Feel the wind...