My Covid brain fog is starting to affect my cycling now. Today I packed up the car and drove an hour into the Cévennes for what I hoped would be my 2nd climb of Mont Lozère in as many rides. I got dressed in the parking lot and then wondered where my helmet was. Back home, hanging on the hoods of the Bianchi, came the quick answer.
I actually can’t blame Covid for this one beause it was known to happen before the pandemic struck, and even before I turned 50.
Anyway, I had some choices to make. There I was, in the mountains already, with a plan on climbing to a pretty high peak, which has a more than 30 km descent off the top. Add to that the potential disapproving looks from my fellow cyclists. A real conundrum.
In the end I gathered my courage and did an abbreviated ride and only passed 3 cyclists (1 of whom was going Full Head Monty like me). And I’m safe and sound on the sofa now, except for my hair, which hasn’t really come down after the long descent back to the car.
Have any of you had this happen? 20 years ago I wouldn’t have thought twice about riding without a helmet, but the times they are a changin’.