Admiralty Road West, 46 km. I'm using a different stem, a gift from H. It is longer and lower. And gives me a twinge in my lower back. So I shift my saddle forward by 2 mm.
Without meaning to, I cycle over 40 km. It's where I've been training.
I'm amazed how these short rides somehow prepared me for a three-day stage race in Inner Mongolia, with short sharp climbs and long gruelling ones too.
Last week, I was in another time, another place. What a strange feeling.