...and on the seventh day, he rode, again...

The plan was to attempt to head west into Waukesha and bump into the final stage of the Tour of America's Dairyland taking place there all day long today.

Smack-dab into a nasty headwind on the New Berlin trail for 12 miles. I mean 20-30 mph wind. I was going 11-13 mph and wondering if this was gonna be worth it.

I did indeed finally get there and stumbled onto the course. The Cat 4/5's were racing as I arrived, and I slowly made my way around the course along the outside of the ropes.

While waiting to cross an intersection a guy rolled up beside me and stopped. I guess I just figured he was one of the racers getting ready for the next race. Nope. He says to me, "What, you're not even gonna say hello?" I didn't recognize him right away...none other than "Der Jan" himself out eating some asphalt for a Sunday afternoon snack.

I also bumped into another reader, Dan I think his name was. We chatted for a while and watched the finish of the race.

Then Der Jan and I headed out. He was somewhat impressed that I managed to find the race from the end of the path on my own. He should be. I'm a directional idiot!

We got back to the path and OMG, what a difference having gusting wind at your BACK. Make no mistake, I am the first one to offer to pull when there is a tailwind, and I did!

Jan had to peel off after only one quick section....family life calling. I hope he races in Palmyra on the 4th of July, his birthday I believe. I'll be there cheering him on if he does.

On my own with that tailwind on the path now I figured, what the heck, let her rip.

I was doing 33 mph and it wasn't much effort at all really.

When I got to the end of the New Berlin path in Greenfield Park I had to make a snap decision. Oops, I missed that left turn back home to the yard work.  It was too nice out, despite the wind, to settle for 24-25 miles today. Nope, I headed south.

I decided I would go into Whitnall Park where I knew there was a bubbler where I could fill my empty water bottles.

When I got there a giant gathering was picnicing there. They must have had the area reserved. I rode right up to the bubbler in the midst of them. The food smelled and looked wonderful, as people were either sitting and eating or walking past me with plates of food. I thought maybe someone would offer me something to eat or drink. But no one even looked at me. Not even a hello. Nothing. Kind of odd. I bet if a cyclist would have been among them he or she would have offered me something. I certainly would have done that. And today, I would have taken someone up on an offer too. Oh well.

Cold water in, and off I went to complete what turned out to be a nice 43-mile ride today, despite the hurricane-like wind gusts!

254 miles this past week.

250 miles in a week! Impressive! How's the tendon?
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Not bad, but lingering. We're going to try a slight cleat adjustment later this week...always tweaking.
-phil