Every time I’m out on a ride, I pass by various outlet roads. For the longest time, I just road by without a second thought. That is, until now. Wanting to find different roads to roam, I started making more left and right turns. More often than not, each new turn led me down quiet, rolling roads, with varying destinations; some have led to convenient and surprisingly nice bathrooms, while others have lead to dead-end muddy paths.

Last week I found my new local favorite: Croy Road. It’s only 4.5 miles long – 9 in total – but it meets my # 1 metric when determining a good road: The Deer to Car Ratio. It’s as simple as it sounds. If I see more deer than cars, the road is deemed good. That alone though, is not enough to make it my new local favorite. Riding there reminds me of the days when I was a terribly naive novice cyclist in Oregon, venturing off on 5 – 6 hour rides without a spare tube and maybe 2 PowerBars. Despite being such a fortunate fool, the roads I got to explore were absolutely wonderful. While Croy Road only makes up a small fraction of the roads it reminds me of, it invigorates my urge to just get out and ride like I did in 2007. Maybe it’s the babbling brook, the evergreens, or the random Swedish-American Patriot Camp, but it makes me miss training in the Northwest.
California’s spring-like January days are nice, but I still long for the roads I picked up cycling on. I was also a tougher cyclist back then. It didn’t matter if it was raining, if it had snowed, or was below freezing; I rode. I also didn’t have a trainer for longest time, leaving me with no alternative. Fortunately, I feel I’m getting more of an edge back by not shying away from inclement weather. After all, there’s no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing… a proper mental outlook helps too.