We climbed Blunk Knob first and I felt the sting of lack of mileage and of the IF, which is a wonderful bike unless I'm fat and out of shape. I ground up the hill but had to take a 30sec breather about 2/3 of the way up, during which Timothy passed me. At the top we decided to continue our route in lieu of cutting things short, a great decision except for when I had to walk significant portions of Doolittle Hill. It wasn't so much that I could turn the pedals but that my back was seizing up at a whiff. Agony. Once at the top we headed northeast right into a robust headwind. Tough. Timothy was an excellent companion; he could've left me at mostly any time but played the good partner instead.
We stopped in Lanesville for a snack and hit the rollers to and along Corydon Ridge. Somewhere in here I slowed down and started to suffer. It was my first long ride since '11 and I was out of practice eating and drinking, much less not having the legs to get rolling. We dived down Corydon Pike hill where at the bottom I talked Timothy out of Camp St. I had achieved around 45mph down that hill at some point. I couldn't image going up it given that my quads were cramping at the bottom of the hill. We took it easy through New Albany and finally caught a tailwind across the bridge.
We stopped for lunch at Against the Grain at the baseball park. Fighting sun and cloud-induced shade we had sandwiches and beverages before splitting up for our respective rides home. I stopped by OYLC to show the boys that I, in fact, *do* ride my fancy bike before crawling home in need of a lavatory and of simply stopping. Tired. But really glad I made #11 a memorable one.