Bridge Pedal

We got up early and rode our bikes across town to do the Bridge Pedal.  Getting there and back plus the route itself, plus a small detour for brunch when we were done and headed home took around 35 miles and a bit under 4 hours. 

Our morning got off to a slightly off-kilter start: I noticed Al's bike was making more noise than I'm used to hearing. I recently fixed a flat for her so I was worried I'd messed something up. We pulled off and she said "it feels like the wheel's dragging," which was pretty alarming, because I thought maybe her brakes were having issues. Turned out, once I got exasperated and flipped the bike on its back to get a better look at everything, that a bolt meant to secure her rear fender to the frame had come loose and was rubbing the wheel. The wheel had to come off to get at the bolt to tighten, but once that was handled we were off and running again, minus the mysterious rattle, too. 

The whole thing was pretty fun. Sometimes a little stop-and-go as the main ride mixed with the family ride, and there was a mix of skill levels out there so it got a little random sometimes as wobbly or erratic riders weaved around. 

The highlight had to be making our way along the west side of town on a partially closed I-405, rolling into a downhill and sailing past stopped traffic on the other side of the highway. Someone on a road bike next to me let out a whoop, went into a tuck and started cranking.