lets see how alex's fancy thing works in rochesters...

So usually i just go down about 12 or so miles, cut over and up to scottsville, and get back to the apartment around 19.38 miles (approximately), but yesterday turned effin' glorious so i did something i wanted to do for a while... bike to avon.
before i continue, i'll say that i'm biking in the hilliest part of rochester i can find, and that being said, rochester has no hills at all.

Short run down on conditions, it was 60ish and sunny, i was wearing my bike shorts, manpris, long green socks (to simulate when i shave my legs for flying wheels and stp?), t-shirt and sweat shirt. within the first 3 miles i had to pull my sweatshirt sleeves up, and i was comfortable for the rest of the ride.
there was some really really nice green fields, a barilla plant(?) on one side of the river, and then death on the other side (metaphorically and visually). i got the wind on the way back, the crops were dead from... crop rotation? and worst of all by the time i got to scottsville this happened:

old dude wearing full leg lycra and a windbreaker passed me. this is the first time something like this has happened on a training ride. add this to the fact that about 5 miles earlier my ipod popped out of my pocket and now has some pretty narly scratches on it, this killed me. dude had an awesome cadence, and i managed to keep up with him the entire time afterwards, but it kind of made the case for being more of a spinner than i am (i'm still a pretty horrible masher).
of course there was something nice here, most of the time when i'm on a ride it's pretty damn lonely. even though this guy humiliated me and then shamed me for another 7-8 miles, it was nice because it felt like i was biking with somebody.
i want to go home
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