Yesterday, in Flower Mound, Texas, I did my seventh bike rally of the year and my 428th overall. As was the case a year ago, the rally started and ended inside the Texas Motor Speedway (which is 29.2 miles from my Fort Worth house). Unlike a year ago, there was no rain at the start, so I rode high on the banking as we circumnavigated the track. I’m still amazed by the steepness of the speedway. Even though the surface was dry, I felt as though my bike were going to slip out from under me as I pedaled. When I came down off the embankment, it felt as though I were falling off a cliff. Before I knew it, we had completed our lap and left the track for the North Texas countryside.
All of my home boys were present. Joe, who has been riding with his son Jason and other Boy Scouts as part of a merit-badge project, was doing the 50-mile route. Phil and Randy were there, as was our Bad Czech, Julius. The turnout wasn’t what it was a year ago, probably because there was another rally taking place in Richardson (north of Dallas). I wish the rally organizers would cooperate with one another. There is no rally on 31 May, for example. One of these rallies could have been moved to that day. Do the organizers not want to make money? It would seem an easy matter to get together every year and divvy up the dates.
Once again, we had beautiful weather for cycling. The temperature was in the mid-60s at the start (with low humidity) and reached a high of 87º later in the day. The clouds burned off after an hour or so and we finished in bright sunshine. Our first hour was fast. We covered 20.2 miles. The Flower Mound course is flat, as rally courses go, which played to my strength. I felt good and rode hard. Phil is riding well, as he has all spring, and Randy (affectionately known as “Sack of Potatoes”) is finally getting into shape. He took many turns at the front, as Phil and I did. It was great to see him riding so well. About halfway into the rally, Julius caught us. He said he had been chasing for many miles. I thought he was ahead of us. Before long, he was riding away from us with a small pack. We saw him coming the other way on the out-and-back portion of the course. For a 61-year-old man, he is riding fabulously well.
We stopped only once, for about 10 minutes. When I reached the three-hour mark, I clicked my bike computer and saw that I had covered 57.1 miles. Damn! That meant I had to ride hard the rest of the way to get an average speed of 19 miles per hour for the day. There was no way I was going to write “18.9” in my log. I told Phil and Randy that we were at 19 miles per hour and that I was determined to keep it. We rode like banshees the rest of the way, despite a headwind, a crosswind, and some small hills. I averaged 20.2 miles per hour for the final 15:42, which gave me an average speed for the day of 19.13 miles per hour for the 62.4-mile course. This is my highest speed since September. I seem to get stronger and faster with each ride I do. At this rate, I will win the Tour de France in July.
After the rally, we sat at folding tables in one of the open-air racetrack buildings, telling war stories, eating, drinking, and waiting for Joe and his Scouts. Just as I was about to leave, I spotted Jason. Joe was bringing up the rear, ensuring that everyone got in safely. We spent another 30 minutes talking to them. We teased Joe about getting dropped by his Scouts. Maybe he’ll ride with the big boys next time.
Statistically, my maximum heart rate for the day was 162. My average heart rate was 132, which means I worked hard during the ride. My maximum speed was 35.4 miles per hour and I burned 2,171 calories. The rally ranks 86th of 428 in terms of average speed, which puts it into the top 20%. I’ve always enjoyed doing rallies, but this year has been special. I hope my home boys and I have another 10 years to kick each other’s butts on the bike.