Spring Classic

The Summer Solstice began today at 3:15 am , so I guess today's ride wasn't actually during the spring. It was also in the low-90s, further differentiating it from the oftentimes-brutally cold weather of Europe's spring classics. Despite these incongruities, I was thinking of Paris-Roubaix as I rolled some pavement after riding one of my singlespeeds around the network of fire roads, horse trails, and unpaved streets near my house.

Tucson has famously bad streets. I tend not to notice the roughness on a mountain bike, but hitting the chop at speed on a road bike can blur your vision (and put an end to said speed as well). It's not exactly the Trouée d'Arenberg, but this'll buzz you right through your bars.

Tucson Pave'

I live in a hilly area of the Old Pueblo, which means every ride either begins or ends with a climb. And depending on the route, some rides begin and end with a climb.

A named, Category 4 ascent