Day 1 - Belfast to Windsor; 35.7 miles


My dear friends, John Williams and Judd Thompson, joined me for this first leg of the journey. John Benziger, who rode this leg yesterday because of the sketchy forecast for today, will join us tomorrow and onward.  Allane, bless her soul, got us to the start point and then drove the car back to Windsor. We dipped our tires in the Atlantic waters off the Belfast pier to not just officially start this journey, but to bless it for a safe and successful finish.


The three riders for this day left Belfast under a partly cloudy sky. We anticipated colder weather, heavy clouds and winds. It turned out to be an almost perfect riding day. The clouds cleared, sun came out - we even lathered on sunscreen, and the winds were light. A remarkably nice day though we all went in with layered clothing, rain gear in our panniers, and a stiffened resolve to ride on regardless of the weather. 

John, Steve and Judd

The ride from Belfast to Windsor is one I've done several times in training. It's normally a somewhat challenging one with several long climbs. But today my bike seemed to glide along with minimal effort.  

Tomorrow we're Auburn bound. 

Comments

  1. UnknownMay 11, 2021 at 3:57 AM

    Congrats for finishing the first leg, Steve. A great start with nice weather. - Tam Nguyen

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  2. UnknownMay 11, 2021 at 7:57 AM

    Nice jersey, Colonel! Knew you would look great in it! Ride on.

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    1. Steve BallMay 11, 2021 at 9:09 AM

      It was the right jersey for Day 1! Thanks much Bradshaw!

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  3. Jeff FrankelMay 11, 2021 at 6:02 PM

    An auspicious start. One last night at home, it sounds like..

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