I rode 23 out of 30 days in November. Mostly I took time off the bike because I am tired and sore. Hell, I ought to be. Anyway, it’s a good idea to listen to my body.
I rode 764 miles, my lowest total since March.
During the month, I crossed the 11,000 mile threshold for 2018. Considering the fact that I began the year with a collapsed lung, 11,000 miles is not too shabby.
And to top it all off, I had my first flat tire of the year. (Feels pretty good to get that monkey off my back.)