According to the official Strava records (if it's not on Strava, it didn't happen, right?), I passed 10,000 miles all-time this week. Now, I realize that there are many people that accomplish this feat every year. But I still thought this was a pretty cool milestone.
If you are anything like me, you are probably wondering how much time that took. Thankfully, Strava was there to help again. Here is the breakdown:
Well, at least I would make that argument...
To further my argument, a majority of my riding is commuting. It currently takes me about 30-35 minutes to get to work via bike, and about 20 minutes via car. So I'm mostly just replacing my un-enjoyable commute via car with an enjoyable, healthy commute via bike.
Anyway, back to the main point - I was expecting a grand ride home from work to celebrate my milestone. But of course that just turned into a normal 8.5 mile slog into a 15-20mph headwind. On a more positive note though, it gave me plenty of time to reflect on the past 10,000 miles, and come up with the following limerick. I hope you enjoy. (Also, I have no idea if this actually qualifies as a limerick, and I don't really care either)
When I first bought my bike, I was pretty fat,
I didn't even know how to fix a flat.
After a while we gathered some friends,
we rode the Kal-Haven until it ends.
Two cars turned to one as I rode to work,
and found out those motorists can be quite the jerks.
Through sun, rain, wind, and tornadoes I went,
though it soon became clear more money would be spent.
The miles added up, and so did the states,
from Lansing to Mackinaw the ride was first rate.
Covered bridges get stoned is Maryland's best title,
and for a cyclist the riding in Marin County is vital.
The mountains in Tennessee are known for their smoke,
the black bear was close but my phone fell and broke.
In Wisconsin we rode across farmland and streams,
but Iowa countered with the Field of Dreams.
The Sawtooth peaks are beautifully rigid,
but the waters of the Salmon were downright frigid.
the climbing at Sunrise was not at all bad.
In Oregon McKenzie Pass had quite a burn,
to the Cascades I went and my derailleur took a turn.
The riding in Utah was supposed to be grand,
but the road turned to sand,
and that's not what was planned.
The Sunshine state provided a solace,
even if it involved a run in with the police.
In Amsterdam the riding was out of this country,
even as things back home got trumpy.
Now, I'm sure there is more,
but I don't want to bore,
with all the details Indiana has in store.
So with that I'll conclude,
but without being rude,
it's only because of my bride this is possible,
and I think the best word to describe her is phenomenal.
-C
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