I know a lot of us have had nails or some type of spike through our tires. I even save mine as some sort of trophy, “Look at what I survived!” But this last week I had a close call and was not aware of it until one of the fellows I work with called it to my attention.
As I said, I did not know it had happened. The culprit now shares space with my other close calls.
This morning, Jan and I rode the Frisco Highline Trail, a well known rails to trails path in our neck of the woods. We shared the path of other cyclists who participated in the Iron Horse Gravel Grinder. Riding on gravel seems to have taken hold of a good size portion of the cycling population, but it will not get hold of me.
We found a few mulberry trees with ripening fruit, also too much poison ivy.
We rode a bit over 25 kilometers and know that we have to improve as the year goes on.