Bristol Blows

To be fair, it was the wind that was blowing during the ride out there, a strong, constant headwind with gusts that felt like I ran into a wall of foam. It was slow going, even on the downhill and flat portions, and my legs weren't happy with the extra work so soon after yesterday's ride.

I almost missed the turn onto Main Street in Farmington, as it wasn't marked with anything but a Route 10 sign. I never spent any time in Farmington really, can't stand Murphy & Scarletti's, wasn't a young rich girl so Miss Porter's wasn't a destination, so I never knew Route 10 and Main Street were the same thing. I stopped and got my bearings at a gas station down the road.

Main Street is designated as a scenic route, at least for a mile or so, but apart from signs of money I couldn't really say I saw anything worth looking at. There's no landscape vistas, and all the houses and storefronts look like any other upper-middle class town in New England.

Route 6 wasn't as hellish as I thought it might be. It was hilly and high-traffic, but the shoulder was plenty wide enough for me to not be elbow to door handle with passing cars.

The way back was much easier, what with more descents and less of a wind. I swear the wind changed direction and was blowing against me again, albeit without the intensity of the ride out. I did wobble and almost lose it at 35 mph on Farmington Ave going down the hill from the Reservoir to the start of Boulevard, thanks to a strong gust of a crosswind. That was some scary shit.

If I get up in time, I'm biking to work. Need to get back into the routine.