Everything's so grey and icky, left over from the snow melt. There is no more snow anywhere except on the roadsides and parts of routes in the deep shade. I headed out to Sunnyside by way of the Freeman's Bridge, in the vague hope of stopping by Adirondack Bicycle to see Bill. I changed my mind once out there in the interest of getting on with the ride. There is still a funny resistance to taking on the slopes, n'est-ce pas?
There was a stiff headwind, so the average speed wasn't anything to write home about. Traffic was fairly heavy; it's going-home time. By the time I was out on Route 5 there was plenty of cars passing on the way to Amsterdam. After 30 minutes on the trail, I turned uphill on Washout; Rector seemed too wimpy.
Middle chain ring in front, largest number of teeth in the back. I started breathing hard. Up the steeps bits, flat, steep again, then the rather long piece almost lulling me into this and 18 minutes later I crested the hill to find myself sailing down the twisting road to Ridge, which I too whipped to take (to the right) so on to West Glenville. Then down to 147, Route 147, then right to go home. The view from the high point is particularly clear so I can see the mountains, blue, in the distance.
Now with the wind at my back I am tooling along at a nice clip! 30 mph. Automobiles pass, but not quickly.
The shadows cast by the bare trees reach well across the road, and I've noticed a bit of a chill on the bare arms in the wind. Someone crosses me climbing Ridge, dressed fit to build an igloo. It wasn't that cold, criminey.
Soon I'm back into the residential section near Scotia-Glenville. Closson Rd. comes in the from the right. So I turn left down Snake Hill Rd. Standard drill follows: right onto Spring, left onto Baldwin, right onto Swaggertown, Route 50 through the failed Chevrolet agency, now Honda auto sales, then past the new Lowe's (on some nice smooth pavement).
Across the bridge, up Seneca Street, the home by way of Grand Avenue.
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