Useless Ride Stats for January 28, 2006
In the vein of Matt, useless route info (without benefit of a trip computer) (gmap):
Distance 19.7 mi
Max Speed unknown
Average speed 9.85 mph
Ride Time 132 minutes
The average speed doesn't do us justice, however. We stopped down by the stadia for a bit around milemarker 5, spent a while exploring SCI (State Correctional Institution) -- Pittsburgh (decommissioned) around milemarker 7, and spent ten-plus minutes helping a marooned cyclist around milemarker 13. Figure a minimum of 20 minutes of doing essentially nothing (and probably more), and our average comes out to a minimum of 10.65 mph. Even that, though, is conservative.
A nice ride. The Strip District was teeming with Pittsburghers buying black and gold parephernalia and enjoying the balmy 50-degree plus temps. Cyclists abounded. This city can be very beautiful, and as Dave has noted, the Super Bowl is really bringing out everyone's best.
Distance 19.7 mi
Max Speed unknown
Average speed 9.85 mph
Ride Time 132 minutes
The average speed doesn't do us justice, however. We stopped down by the stadia for a bit around milemarker 5, spent a while exploring SCI (State Correctional Institution) -- Pittsburgh (decommissioned) around milemarker 7, and spent ten-plus minutes helping a marooned cyclist around milemarker 13. Figure a minimum of 20 minutes of doing essentially nothing (and probably more), and our average comes out to a minimum of 10.65 mph. Even that, though, is conservative.
A nice ride. The Strip District was teeming with Pittsburghers buying black and gold parephernalia and enjoying the balmy 50-degree plus temps. Cyclists abounded. This city can be very beautiful, and as Dave has noted, the Super Bowl is really bringing out everyone's best.
posted by Moon | 1/28/2006 06:28:00 PM
1 Comments:
http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=1588
My complete route with Moon, a few extra miles of meeting up with him, plus a near encounter in Point Breeze with a high-speed Lexus SUV that I, stupidly enough, thought was going too fast to have any thoughts of turning left in front of me, until they cut the corner close enough to scare the heck outta me (but they made the corner...). 27. something miles.
Post a Comment
<< Home