Wild windy ride!

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Diamond Head Lookout.

If I were to wait for the wind to stop blowing to ride, I may never ride again! Last night I wrapped my head around a morning ride. And of course, now that it is done, and I survived, and I’m alive, I’m glad I did it. Here are some of my stats from my Garmin Edge 500:

Time: 02:17:17
Distance: 29.67 mi
Elevation Gain: 869 ft
Calories: 706 C
Avg Temperature: 80.0 °F
Time: 02:17:17
Moving Time: 01:56:35
Elapsed Time: 02:17:17
Avg Speed: 13.0 mph
Avg Moving Speed: 15.3 mph
Max Speed: 70.8 mph
Makapu'u Lookout. Beautiful clouds!

How did I get a max moving speed of 70.8 mph? I dunno. I doubt that’s accurate. But, Like I said, the wind was really, really howling!

Except for the near-death experience when I first got onto Lunalilo Home Road this morning thanks to a driver in an old white Toyota van, I had a satisfying ride. The wind kicked my ass, as I expected. My average moving speed is considerably slower, by about 1 mph, than usual. When I was climbing Kamiloiki Hill, I got passed by three Beautiful People (BPs), three gals in fancy kits on fancy and expensive bikes, looking really, really perfect. Sigh. What’s it like to be you? They each greeted me, and I croaked out my responses like I was the old lady looking desperately for her oxygen tank! I crested, they were sailing down, and wonder of wonders I caught them in Queen’s Gate. I said with all the good nature I could muster, “You gals can pass me on the next hill, too!” and I powered past them. They never did!

Yay me! No one passed me going up Makapu’u,  but while I was there, even more BPs came through. Team Jet. TriFitHawaii. Team Boca. I usually get one or two guys saying hi, but mostly everyone is too locked into their game faces for pleasantries. Did you detect my eyes rolling? Get over yourselves. Too bad you’re not having fun yet!

John says I should not even get off at Makapu’u and take my picture. But I have my water and a ginger chew and I watch for the traffic coming along Sea Life Park and Oceanic Institute to plan my descent without some one barreling down my ass in their beat-up white Toyota van ala “Duel” and I’m Dennis Weaver.

“Come on, bike! Come on! LET’S GO!”

I’ve been learning a few things about riding. Like, if you pass someone, you really gotta pass them. You gotta get out of the saddle, kick your own butt, and keep going and drop the person you passed. This couple with short little legs passed me today and then just sat there right in front of me. So I let them pull me along till we got to the top of Aina Haina, and then I kicked their asses until they were little specs in my rear-view mirror.

John says I’m competitive. I don’t know why he thinks that!