Average Speeds
Today was an errand day. That's the general impression that I have of it, ay any rate...I paused for a moment to remember what I did first today, and couldn't. I think I might've rented a car. That sounds about right.
With less than two weeks until closing, the days are achieving a kind of momentum. Each day, another task gets done, another chunk of stuff gets packed or put into storage, another task gets crossed off the venerable To-Do spreadsheet. Much of it is the small stuff - I am now shorn, for example, sporting my travel-haircut - but it's a great big pile of small stuff, so chipping away at a bit of it every day is the only way to prevent the whole running-down-the-street-gibbering-wrapped-in-tin-foil-and-Pop-Tarts scenario.
I did manage to squeeze a small ride in, and was gratified to see that I eked out a whopping 8.7 miles per hour average speed. That might not sound like much, but when I first hitched up the fully loaded trailer that figure was 7.4, so things are improving. Trikes, being heavier, and with three wheels to offer rolling resistance instead of just two, aren't the speediest of pedaled conveyances. Adding a load of gear doesn't help matters. But: that's 8.7 mph average over hilly terrain, and it's only 1.3 mph away from the much-desired 10 mph. And on the flats, I kept it at 13 mph with only a small cardiac arrest. So I should make decent time in Kansas.
Then I will hit the Rockies, where I fully expect to have days where I spend seven hours in the saddle and cover twenty miles. That will suck. There's probably some suck to be found in the Missouri Ozarks, as well.
But it's the suck that makes it an adventure! Or something!
