broken dishes

i finally got a road ride outside. i was able to get out of work early enough to get up to montezuma and home before dark. the wind was pretty fierce getting out of breck, headwind the whole way to dillon. from there to keystone it mellowed for a bit then up the hill to zuma in the quiet. climbing alone out of the wind with the snow all around made for a great solitary effort. i'm not sure how well i was going but it felt good. ticking over a nice cadence, 75-80% effort. little patches of snow and wet road here and there to remember for the trip down. the worst thing about the ride was the amount of airborne grit, whenever my glasses were off it was like riding through a sand storm. whit once explained to me why denver has a brown cloud over it, not so much pollution but pulverized sand/gravel from the winter road crews lingering in the air. this was pretty clear to my eyes yesterday. oh well, it's better than that nasty mag chloride or salt. even the cars were ok, nobody really tried to buzz me or anything, odd...coming home i had a chance to motorpace behind travis returning form a ride on the western slope, i lasted less than a mile and then all the juice was gone, i rode home up the hill feeling like a pile of broken dishes. great dinner, first a cheddar and mushroom gardenburger on whole grain bread and then a big bowl of pasta with fresh garlic...mmm garlic. and my big treat, a coca-cola classic! i love making the little things in life seem more special. little treats, that's what life is all about. have a good day