Heading towards Toronto, things were always going to get busier and I spent much of the first couple of hours on a dual carriageway so it was lucky that it was Sunday (tomorrow will probably be worse).
Until I started to approach Barrie, it really wasn’t very nice riding. Thankfully I then turned off the main road and started riding along the edge of Lake Simcoe – which was really nice.
The weather was pretty similar to yesterday with the humidity and I felt it today. Until the last hour, my body didn’t want to wake up at all so I was not in a great mood. This was really hammered home when a sixth spoke broke (not including the one in Australia)…
Actually I forgot this evening, but I have just remembered that I need to buy some more spares, as at this rate I could run out. I’m not sure how many more to expect. I have 32 on each wheel, so 16 on each side of the hub. The spokes are also essentially in pairs (in opposite directions) and so far it has always been the right hand spoke on the non-drive side… You can ignore all that, but the point is; I have broken 6 out of a possible 8. To be honest, I’m almost tempted to replace the other two before I have to do so on the road side.. but something tells me that won’t solve the problem. Six days left though, so hopefully I can hang on.
Another frustrating thing about the day was the wind, which was not favourable. In fairness, it has been a while since it was last this bad, but that didn’t make it any more enjoyable. The last 25 kilometres were pretty much all gradually uphill. Except for a steep 2.2 kilometre stretch; and it was this section that held almost the only positive of the day. I can’t quite remember why but I started of on the climb very fast (maybe I was trying to catch some traffic lights or something) and for some reason, I decided to then try and hold that pace all the way to the top. I really can’t remember the last time I pushed that hard (physically) but it was before America and when I crested the climb, I was totally spent.
It probably wasn’t the smartest move as I was pretty much just clinging on for dear life for the final 7 kilometres but it felt good nonetheless. Despite the headwind, that was the fastest I’ve climbed in a very long time so despite everything, it meant I finished in a good mood.
Nothing else to mention really. I had a rubbish dinner, it rained a lot this evening (but thankfully I think it should be ok in the morning) and I’m already too late for bed.
Distance: 110.4miles / 177.7km
Riding Time: 7:46:57
Av. Speed: 14.2mph / 22.8kph