With a 70+ mile ride around Lake Tahoe coming up next weekend, I’m trying to get as much local hill training as I can.
Today was a short ride, just 7 miles around a very small part of this amazing city that we live in. As I rode, I could smell dinner cooking in dozens of homes. I found the end of a trail in a small park. I sat alone in front of a forest of trees as cars whizzed behind me at 50 miles per hour. Oakland has a surprising amount of green.
The late afternoon sun warmed me, and the damp wind chilled me. I clearly need warmer gear.