I did my May ride on Saturday.
Two friends came by train to my house on Friday evening; I made pizza for dinner, and we left as early as we could on Saturday. The plan was to ride to another friend's house, in the hills of "upstate" New York, then back to New York City the next day; about 140 miles of riding each day. We had picked
the route by RIdeWithGPS with a great deal of care (but not enough). And I'm very puzzled; with a good cue sheet and a Garmin unit guiding all our turns, we were almost completely successful at following the route (I missed a couple turns and had to go back; this added two miles), but the expected 8,861 feet of climbing jumped to 10,593.
It was very hot, and we had inadvertently picked many unpaved roads (which I rather like) and many poorly paved roads (which I don't like so much). All of us found our saddles unusually uncomfortable; one on a good Brooks B.17 with titanium rails, one on a terrible cheap thing I would never ever put on my bike (in fact, I gave it to him); and me on a Brooks Pro I put new leather on a few years ago (an early effort, I thought it was pretty good, but now I'm not so sure!).
I was riding my old Trek touring bike, which I bought new as a frame in 1983. Our hosts have only two guest beds, so I brought my camping gear, prepared to sling a hammock outside. In the end they persuaded me to sleep on the living room sofa (not hard for them to do), so I carried several pounds of quite unnecessary gear.
Beautiful scenery, a bit of rain (much needed at the time), and we saw some interesting wildlife including a hawk, a mink, a tortoise, countless deer, squirrels and chipmunks. We arrived at our friend's house approximately on schedule, but so tired that we decided to abridge the next day's ride. We rode only as far as Port Jervis, where we caught a train back civilization.
I thought someone was going to take photos! But it didn't happen. Sorry!