Bike Ride

So today was gorgeous, and I went for a longish 50 mile bike ride with a BLS alum.  We've been promising to ride together for about six years, and finally found the right morning.  Boy was it the right morning.  Clear blue sky, cool temperature, no wind.  Of course, I overslept, couldn't find my gear, and dashed out of the house in a hurry, but thanks to IM, nobody ended up waiting long.

We rode up the West Side, over the George Washington Bridge, up 9W to Piermont.  This is a pretty standard ride for New York City dwellers, and there are always lots of cyclists.  Frequently, you can hop onto a pace line, and pretty much everybody stops at Bunbury's for a muffin and coffee before turning around.  This is one of the things I've always liked about cycling.  Runners often talk among themselves, but rarely end up talking to unfamiliar runners.  Cyclists form temporary packs, share pacemaking, sometimes try to drop each other, and frequently end up chatting -- usually about gear.

It's interesting that two basically aerobic sports can have workout cultures with very different "vibes."