Dusted off the Trek 1220 my friend Clint gave me a few years ago and headed for school in Pordenone, 28 km away. It was overcast and quite cool, but I soon heated up and started shedding layers and stuffing them in my rucksack ( I need to install a rack). The bike rode quite smoothly and felt fast on the slight downgrade.
After San Quirino I foolishly went into a little roundabout too fast and slid down. No damage done- I'll blame the tires, which are quite old. Maybe they've lost their grip (or have I?) I soon arrived at the school, took out my cell phone to check the time, and realized I had arrived an hour early. Now what to do- I decided to try to find a dog park near the Noncello River which a young lady in my class had mentioned. It was fun riding around town- there are bike lanes everywhere, but I'm afraid I've gotten rusty on the rules. An older fellow on a city bike with pushrod brakes dinged his bell at me so he could pass as I was gawking at the city sights. Later I was crossing the river on a 4-lane street bridge, and noticed there was an adjacent bridge only for bikes. A passing motorist hooted his horn to emphasize my transgression. I finally found the park which is in the river bottom of the Noncello. Very pretty- I'll have to bring the pups down here for a walk someday.
Back to school, then after the 2-hour class I started home. It's a gentle upward gradient, only 270 meters in 28km, but it's just enough to give you some resistance to push against. Excellent training- hope we'll have many more dry days so I can commute in coming months. I arrived home after another 1.5 hours, plenty of time to shower and eat before my annual MRI at the Cro. My radiologist decided not to use contrast dye, saving me €200. All in all, a good day.
|Our school, Odorico Mattiussi (named for a local priest who visited China in 1300,|
our version of Marco Polo); pic taken on a sunny day a few weeks ago
|The best compromise between light traffic and distance|
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