I now have real great training loop that is near my house. Just under 11 miles.
Just a block away is a steep climb then onto Washington Street to head south.
I live in a city of 25K, but surrounding Peekskill is it’s suburbs which is a township that surrounds and envelopes Peekskill. Pretty much Peekskill has a Motor Vehicle, a Social Security Office, A Westchester Community College, as well as a probation office just in case I get arrested for beating up some jerk and I have to visit my Parole Officer.
For me a big deal is having a New York Columbia Presbyterian Hospital nearby and houses in Peekskill have access to natural gas and sewers. In the township of Cortlandt people heat and cook on propane and they have cess pools to maintain.
So as soon as I make that right onto Washington Street I almost in Cortlandt. Perhaps all I have to go is about 100 feet. The zoning seems to be 3/4, or one acre zoning, and in some places perhaps 2 acre zoning. The housing is consistent will an upscale large Toll Brothers development. The square footage I would say is 2500 square feet or larger and pretty much these homes are relatively newish having been built in the past few decades. Pretty much modern homes with a few old farm houses.
Meanwhile Peekskill is a city with either homes of modest working class size or two family, with some multi-family thrown in for good measure. Also all the homes are old. My Baby-Victorian dates back to 1912. Really striking when you leave Peekskill, I ask myself, “Where did all the old houses go?”
So I pass Watch Hill Road the usual first right turn that will take me west towards the sleepy villages of Montrose, Buchanan, and Verplank which were just summer communities at one time. Indian Point also resides in this area: a nuclear power plant that currently is being decommissioned.
I head even further south. Washington Street is a series of long rolling hills. Some are brutally long where I lose speed and top out the climb at 5 MPH. Pretty much I am shown that I am an old man. The hill beats me up, but on the downhills I recover my honor and my speed. I still average 10 MPH overall. I start to use my standing technic to stay on top of the gears and to maintain my speed.
Along the way just 13 cars pass me going my way. Pretty much a rural back road with not a lot of traffic. Also the cars kinda yield and give me the lane. I have no problems with rushing drivers or anyone crazy.
I make a left onto Furnace Dock Road, and eventually I run into Maple Avenue. That will take me back north into Peekskill. I’ll be taking this to Hudson Street that begins at Maple and ends at the Peekskill Train station. Pretty much this is a very long descent where I could easily hit terminal velocity of 50 MPH by just coasting downhill. The limiting factor on speed is aerodynamics. By the time I hit Hudson only 5 cars have passed me going in my direction.
On Hudson I am able to hit almost 35 MPH by just coasting. I slow down and almost stop at every stop sign because I don’t want to get killed or pancaked by a car. Speed is easily recovered by coasting. The stop signs are 4-way, but you never know…
I turn to head south parallel to Washington Street to avoid cars and traffic. Pretty much I’m on lonely side streets to be away from pedestrians and cars. In Peekskill Washington Street has sidewalks and businesses.
So pretty much an almost 11 mile loop, 11.2 mile average speed, with a range of 5 MPH-almost 35 MPH that involves hills for strength and interval training. I can see me adding a lap when I’m stronger. A pretty efficient workout that only takes an hour. Pretty safe with very limited exposure to cars.
BTW I also saw a deer that could of been a hazard. I yelped to scare the deer off. I would hate to be taken out by a deer.
My friend A.J tells a story of a road race. He was in the pack of front runners when a deer decided to cross the road. Pretty much the deer was going to take out his rear wheel, but somehow he grabbed the deer by the snout.
The deer jumped really high and then landed taking out anyone behind him. The deer crashed on the bikers, and then there was a huge pile up. This was at the beginning of the race and relatively close to the start.
You can’t make this stuff up.
A.J. Told me another racing story. This time it was a downhill event, and the way this down hill went, each rider left the starting gate in 30 second intervals. In the mid section of the course was a huge rock garden. Of course at downhill speeds it was kinda deadly, but that is where the spectators gathered to see bloody carnage and the agony of defeat.
The rider just in front of A.J. Got swallowed up and snared and snarled in the rock garden, so A.J. Had no choice but go for a more dangerous line in the rock garden. His front wheel got trapped, and instead of doing an endo and going over the bars at downhill speed, he high hurdled his own handlebars, but the bike was doing cartwheels behind him and catching up.
A.J. Kinda knew he was gonna get hit with his own bike, but something kinda crazy happened when he moved his right hand back over his shoulder: he caught his bike by the handlebars as it was still cartwheeling; then when both wheels hit the ground he somehow mounted the bike without loosing his stride.
Of course the crowd cheered.
How crazy is that?
Also you can’t make this stuff up.
So now I am pleased that I have a really great training loop. Of course those hills will toughen me up. Lots of hard breathing, and after even one lap my legs are tired from the exertion. How convenient, and I’m not in any real danger from cars because of the limited amount of traffic.
I am so pleased. I started at 10:30 and ended at 11:30.
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