I never set out to ride off solo today, but there's something about not going cold turkey.
Staying ahead of the group gave me a nice, panicky hunted feeling which kept the motivation to pedal high. But more importantly, it let me hit a bunch of crossy bits along the Sunday route: Lochside from Mattick's to Hunt, beautiful Centennial Park (above), Interurban from Wallace to Prospect etc.
And then I was all...
Road riding sure is fun with all its swoopy speed and coasting along in the draft. But the whole Sunday speed-dating thing is new to me. I understand how it stops us from ending up four abreast, and it's fun to mix up one's ride company—but the convos are necessarily so short that it starts to feel like a Chamber of Commerce mixer. There's little opportunity to get past sometimes-banal small talk.
Or maybe I was just missing my cross buddies.