We're here in Grosse Pointe, Michigan for the holidays. We opted to drive instead of fly this year. It took us a total of 10 hours to get here. We covered roughly 700 miles and traveled through four states. We rented a car and packed it full of presents, our dog, Marlow, along with my bike and trainer.
It's the first time in a long time that I brought a bike on a trip. Fortunately we pack light, but it was a tight squeeze.
I woke up to a slight dusting of snow on the ground, only to melt by mid afternoon. It was 28º when I hit the road, which was freshly salted and wet. So glad I brought along my shoe covers.
I rode along Lake St. Claire, which divides the US and Canada, on Lake Shore Road. It's lined with mega-million dollar homes of the Ford Family. The lake is beautiful since it looks like the sea. It goes on forever without seeing the other side. The sun came out long enough for me to enjoy the afternoon, setting at a blistering 22 mph pace.
It only stretches for a few miles north till it cuts into the suburbs of Grosse Pointe Farms. I'll try going south next time and see if I can make it all the way to Detroit and back alive.
After 25 miles I was thoroughly covered in a salt residue. Not good for your bike, especially if it's made from steel. It's kind of like liquid sand paper, and will eat away your drivetrain in no time. I should have brought a heavier chain lubricant.