
Sorry to hear about the weather in Pgh this weekend! Frankly speaking, I'm glad to be here and not there at the moment.
I finally was able to get 2 consecutive weekend days riding on the road. Prior to this weekend, I had only ridden outside 3 times, 2 of which were in the snow and on my cross bike.
So let's backtrack a moment. I now live 3.3km from an access point to a riding path adjacent to the left bank of the Rhein. It's a nice path with walkers, runners, and cyclists and a nice way to see the city. A lot of cobbles and uneven surfaces, so I would not want to ride a road bike on it. I toured the west bank 2 Sunday's ago in the snow and rain. Last Sunday, I rode the east bank in snow (3-6 inches). Underneath was both pavement and grass -although I really couldn't tell due to the snow. It was akin to riding on a deadflat Canton Ave, as my rear wheel was sliding most of the time. Aerobic benefit was minimal, but bike handling skills were enhanced. It was during this ride last weekend that I came up with the blog name "Riding on the Rhein". Luckily, I didn't have to change it to "Riding IN the Rhein", as there were few close calls given the slick, icy, snowy conditions. So that was highlight of my riding the last 2 weeks.
This weekend, no cross bike required. Slightly above freezing, but very damp and wet. Although not raining, the streets were damp and the bike and kit were both quickly filthy. Very typical weather for this area, from what I can tell, so I had better get used to it. Made for a very cold ride actually, despite the decent nominal temperatures.
Today was a reconnoitering mission, so to speak, with one or two goals in mind. Firstly, it's deadpan flat around my immediate area and I wanted to find some routes west of the Rhein, as there are some nice national parks/forests that supposedly have hills and climbing. It's an area that the annual Rund um Köln race goes through. Secondly, Andreas provided me with a location of a legendary area group ride/meeting place (Schmitzbud) and I wanted to see if I could locate it and ride to it in a reasonable amount of time. Although I am wildly out-of-shape and by no means ready to join a group ride of this caliber, I just wanted to get a sense of what the riding scene in this particular area would be like. Well, due to getting lost a number of times and time constratints, I did not actually find the Schmitzbud meeting place. I did get close, however. As for the terrain, I actually found a climb lasting a few KMs. Wet and above freezing at the bottom and snow covered, colder, and foggy at the top. Very cool! "Real Cyclists" abound, so I assume I hit upon a decent riding area. Based on what I saw today, there is a very big cycling scene in this area. Frankly, much bigger than anything we would see in our area. Lots of individual riders, small groups of 3-4, and one very large group ride (probably 50+).
The photo above was taken in my backyard after today's ride. What you can't see is all of the grit and roadspray that covered my teeth and mouth. The German version of "Belgium Toothpaste".
A few observations:
* While most "roadies" do wear helmets, there are a lot around here who do not. A lot of riders are "old school" and just go with stocking caps.
* When approaching a "roadie" from the opposite direction, the "lookover" without actual aknowledgement of the other rider is quite prominent. Some behaviors are universal. :-) Although, I did receive a friendly two-finger wave from one rider at the back of one of the packs I encountered. I assumed him to be the outcast of that group ride. ;-)
*A lot of local club and team kits. No LiveStrong, Discovery, Postal, or Shack jerseys.
* Lot's of serious riders of all ages. Most memorable scene today was actually near my apt. On a small very narrow city street I came across 2 oncoming juniors (probably16-18) riding shoulder-to-shoulder with perfectly smooth cadences and form. They were in identical team/club kits riding gloveless and helmetless (and it was a cold, wet, damp 34 degrees F). As we did the subtle headnod acknowledgement of each other as we passed, I just thought to myself "Dorothy, you're not in Kansas anymore."
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