As much as I like riding in the woods, I've missed being out on the road. Finally this past weekend the temperatures eased up above freezing. Laura was in the book to lead out of Canal Park in Rocky Hill. We had a great ride with a great group -- some regular Hill Slugs: Laura, Mike B, Chris and me along with John and Jane. In spite of some high winds, Laura led us a great ride over the Sourlands. The photo above is of Mike B crossing the Raritan River outside of Neshanic.
Jane and John have both been riding fixies this Winter. They have become evangelicals in the fixie movement. John is prodding me to come over to the "dark side." He let me ride his fixie (painted bright yellow like a NYC cab) when we stopped for our break. I didn't have any trouble getting started, but I found it really unnerving going into a turn and, naturally, trying to coast which just isn't possible. Even in the few minutes I spent on the fixie I did start to feel the attraction, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to take the plunge in spite of Jane's observation that "getting fixed is not the dark side - the simplicity, quiet, and fun we have while on the fixies is pure light and sunshine on any dark day."
Below Mike B, myself, John and Jane take a moment at the bottom of Old Georgetown Road. (Photo has been shamelessly stolen from Laura's post at perpetualheadwinds.blogspot.com).
