Humidity to Spare!
I completed the ride to Huffman today. Rather than go north I wanted to see if I could get to Huffman without riding in the rain. Technically that didn’t happen today since I rode in light sprinkles on the east bound shoulder over Lake Houston on FM1960. With the rain being light I figured I could ride out of it.
People around here usually attach the humidity to when they talk about the temperature or heat. I try not to do that but today on my home weather station it was 81 degrees and 97% humidity when I started biking at 11:42. By the time I got home at 2:29 the temperature rose to 84 and the humidity dropped to 96%. No wonder I was producing all of the perspiration. The forecasted rain either is yet to come or passed through early in the morning. I delayed the start to allow the rain time to leave and watch stage 13 of the Tour de France.
To combat the perspiration I have started using some Headsweat products. Today I used the skull wrap (“doo rag”?). Early in the ride I was doubting the effectiveness of the wrap keeping sweat off my glasses but I did not get any on my glasses and I could feel a coolness on my head whenever I was moving. The air moving across the wrap’s fabric produces a cooling effect. If there was a test today’s high humidity and relative low temperature should qualify.
There was nothing unusual about today’s ride other than the brief sprinkles. I did not see any other serious bicyclists.
The route to Huffman went through Atascocita and Walden. The total miles were 33.82 at a 15.7 mph average speed. The wind was very low to calm.
Mile markers:
- 118.93 miles this week
- 426 miles for July (290 miles to reach my goal for July)
- 3801 miles year to date
Links to Garmin Connect and RideWithGPS
Tomorrow’s weather forecast: 90 degrees, 50% chance of rain. I was looking at the Tour de Paris but I am not sure I can drive there Saturday morning. I will need to check the distance and weather. No sense driving there to get rained on. I can do that at home. (288 miles from Kingwood to Paris. Too far to drive Saturday morning)
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