The weather boffins predicted a break in the rainy weather on Saturday around 3 PM and Mike and I were batting around different ride ideas earlier in the day but didn't come to any conclusions. I started rebuilding the CAADX and just happened to check my phone at 2:45 PM and discovered that Mike and Marshall decided to do a gravel ride from the Roxbury Market at 3:15 PM. I told them I would meet them and got hopping. Roxbury Market is a 10 to 15 minute drive from my house.
I threw on a pair of bib shorts, a long sleeve base layer and a long sleeve jersey, grabbed a vest and my cycling rain jacket and drove like a bat out of hell to the Market only to get stuck behind someone on the road to Bridgewater who decided they should drive the speed limit the entire way to Route 67. I got to the Market at 3:15 and was rolling in 10. I love that I live so close to some of the best dirt road riding in the State of Connecticut.
Mike said he wanted to ride up Walker Brook Road and I suggested that we climb Judd's Bridge since the climb would really warm us up seeing that it was 45 degrees out. Mike argued that we agreed to keep this ride Gabby, meaning avoiding all unnecessary climbing.
I argued that you cannot ignore Judd's Bridge - it's this area's signature climb so Mike gave in and up we went. We quickly lost sight of Marshall, but what do you expect from a 23 year old with puppy dog energy and by mid hill I was sweating and wishing I had taken my rain jacket off before tackling this hill. At the top of the climb, the snivel gear came off.
Unfortunately, a 10 gram CO2 cartridge didn't give Marshall the inflation pressure he was looking for so after the Whittlesey climb we stopped at The Money Shot overlook to fuel up and put some more air in his tire using my mini road pump.
The Money Shot is much better with sun but today's bike porn picture of the Sex Machine turned out pretty nicely.
It was a mixed bag. Standing water on some of the trail, dry in others, a few big puddles that riding through having fenders on made it easy and some mud in the usual places. I ended up mired to the axles at one point but was able to put a foot down on solid ground and extract the bike. Since I was at the back, Mike and Marshall disappeared and I finally caught up with them at the parking lot.
Back at Judd's Bridge we lined up our bikes for a picture. Apparently there are some rules about photographing your bike. I was made aware of one of these rules while on my Jackson Hole Gravel Adventure but wasn't aware of the full extent: