For the first time on the commute into work this morning -- I had a personal best of the top speed
of 50+ mph coming down Kamber Road.
What made the difference:
Husband spurred me to crank it much more at the top quarter of the hill, where it is relatively
flat, so by the time I got to the steep part, I was already in the tuck;
Warmer weather meant that I wasn't wearing a coat;
Pigtails meant my hair was more aerodynamic (ok, maybe that doesn't make a difference...);
Fully-inflated tires and that performance tune-up I got last week meant the bike was in top
condition;
and
No frickin' motor vehicle traffic in my way! How dare they want to go the posted speed limit of 35
mph down that lovely hill?
I did the happy dance on the bike all the way sailing up to the light. Us middle aged ladies have to
get our thrills however we can.
Warm Regards,
Claire Petersky ([email hidden])
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