Riding with my nephew

I went riding today even though I didn't feel like it at first. This is the great and odd rule of cycling. The more I don't want to go, the more I am glad that I did when I get home. There is some kind of weird, inversely-proportionate rule for that I think.

At any rate, I went riding with my nephew. He borrowed my good bike, and I took the 35 year old Daimler road bike out for a spin... that was an adventure.

I know I am not fast, but I am a LOT fast than my nephew, who is 13. I had to stop twice to wait for him, and then made him ride in front of me so that I didn't leave him forever behind me. Actually, it was at the halfway point that I stopped and waited for over a minute for him to catch up. That was bad, but I never expected him to get so far behind on such a flat stretch of road.

Our trip was like this:
Nephew: peddle, peddle, peddle, peddle, peddle, peddle, peddle, peddle, peddle, peddle...

Me: peddle, peddle, coast... look at birds... enjoy the breeze... peddle, peddle, coast... look at birds... enjoy the breeze...

Well, you get the idea.

When we got back, we had gone 5.25 miles and I felt that I had hardly broken a sweat. We'd averaged 11.9 mph, which is a lot slower than my usual 15+ mph. Oh well, I will count this as a non-aerobic workout day.

It may have been slower, but I am glad that I went for the ride. It's pretty fun riding with someone. Plus, this is five days in a row. One more then I can take a day off. But at this rate, I might not. We'll see.