Today’s ride, 59.6 miles with 4,847′ of climbing was surprisingly easy. I was barely pressing down on the pedal and going uphill faster than ever. Maybe because I switched out my whip.

There are 11 of us and so we take turns driving one half of one of the six days. Lucas was the person who got double duty, so me, being my incredibly selfless self, offered to drive both my assigned pre-lunch shift and his post-ride one. Because Lucas is a real athlete, and not an impostor, he gladly accepted.

Halfway today, I ate my second breakfast outside at a sun-drenched Temecula cafe.

Eventually, Chucky Chuck, Marky Mark, and Lindy Linda rolled in and I sat with them while they ate. Marky Mark, who didn’t like his heart rate and how he felt during the first half road shotgun with me into Fallbrook. He told a great story about nearly strangling a guy who hit him while he was cycling in China. Who knew MM is a cold blooded almost killer?!

Alternative title of this post. And On The Fifth Day He Rested. Not much of a cyclist and definitely not much of an Old Testament scholar.

For anyone needing Strava inspiration today, my friend, DanDantheTranspoMan, might mow his lawn. He’s a great guy and a hell of a follow.

Tomorrow, lots of Pacific Ocean bike path. The pro triathletes are in town for the biggest race of the early season. I will be so rested you might see me slowly pass Lionel Sanders. Or maybe the pass will be fast.

Postscript. Sanders is not racing. Chickenshit.