I’m riding again. And when I leave the driveway it’s with a plan. This amount of time. That loop. Normally I stick to the plan.
I’m a pedaler. Cadence is everything to me. Almost in an Old School way. Like when we used to spend winters on a fixed gear.
For those keeping score, 90 RPMs is my comfort level. Or more. Never less. Actually, it’s “never fewer” if you’re an English major.
This year I find myself coasting a bit. It’s never been my thing. I think coasting becomes part of the human condition, sooner or later.
The freewheeling attitude comes with a price. We’ll each get invoiced at some point in life. How and when (and if) we pay it is up to us.
All This By Hand