Oh, No, not another bike trip

Yeah, well, get used to it, amigos.

This morning when I tried to connect with all you beautiful, talented and intelligent folks, my computer decided to try to load something that I did not want to load up.
In the process, the silly thing attempted to dial up your number without my approval.
Now, I appreciate all the free stuff I'm getting from Brother Bill, but I do wish to maintain a smidgen of autonomy.
I don't even mind a little Spam (Why hasn't Hormel™ complained about this?)

Any I reacted to this continuing cyber abuse by deciding to take a ride.

I've been wanting (certain dear friends will undoubtedly insist that I've always been wanting. Listen not to these people) ever since my serendipitous High altitude training I got while carousing about the High desert of Arizona and New Mexico, to revisit the loop of the two main rivers filling the south end of Lake Washington.

To wit, the Cedar and the Green, both of which have trails associated with their names.

Only this time in a clockwise direction.

So I did.

Log Specifics follow;

Trip length, 60.8 miles
Time, 6:25:41
Average speed, 9.5 (I was hoping to maintain over ten, but quod Peugeot, Peugeot.)
Maximum speed, 27.7 (Not as dramatic as earlier maxes but the route is basically flat)
Cumulative Distance, 418 miles.

First 16 miles was a breeze, second 16 miles was work, third 16 miles was torture.
The last 12 I was the backside of a dragon. (see footnote for explanation of that inane joke)

At 32 I tried some of that stuff that comes in little red bottles that claims to give one five hours of low stress energy.
Seems to have worked.
Especially when one combines it with a liter of Dr Pepper™ with only two miles to go.
The only significant hill on the journey.
You're not supposed to do that, accordion to the label.

Actually since one is following one river upstream and the other down, due to the intrinsic nature of rivers (seeking, but seldom finding their own level and all)
it was technically up hill one way and down hill the other.

Technically.

My charlyhorsing legs tell me a different story, however.

The highest test gasoline isn't much solace when one's tires are flat.

So I'm still wired, if you will excuse my bringing electronics into this.