My non-wife riding buddy, Peter, is a badass in the best kind of way. Our rides are at tempo, in less than optimal weather, and usually longer than I would normally choose. They’re also full of thoughtful conversation and dry humor. Pete’s a rowing coach at WSU and loves to push the envelope, as the say. He’s been a cyclist his entire life, as have I, but his experience level is several steps above mine. As I said, the best kind of riding buddy.
It’s fall here on the Palouse and today’s fifty-mile ride bestowed upon us temperatures in the 40s and 15-20 mph winds seemingly coming from every direction, tossing our light bikes around like carbon fiber kites. I piked up a couple of new book titles he recommended and made him laugh so hard he dropped his apple mid-bite. Returning to my house we drank a couple of ciders, wolfed down a pasta lunch, and watched an awful college football game. Solid day.