Selfie of cyclist in helmet, sunglasses and a black jersey, standing in front of a tall, wooden tower holding a large bell.

Any way the wind blows

I was determined to get out the bike yesterday. The forecast was for a warm day with some moderate wind. The only fly in the ointment was the temperature in the morning: about 3C. I finally got underway at 9:50, which was later than I’d planned but not as late as it might have been — almost an hour earlier than my last ride in December.

初走り

Discounting a brief commute last weekend, this ride was my 初走り — the first ride of the new year. I’m ahead of my 2025 game already, when I skipped all of January and finally got on the bike on 2 February.

A bicycle leaning against a large, irregularly shaped blue sign with a wide white border. The sign is painted with exploding fireworks. The faded outline of letters can be seen, reading あらかわ ARAKAWA. People have been writing in the dust on the sign, including several tags and the words I love you. In the background is a large playing field with yellowing grass.
Arakawa

When Nana asked where I was headed, I already had Kawagoe in mind. But from experience I knew that might be fighting into a headwind. So I told her I was going to Arakawa and then would decide based on the wind direction.

While taking this photo on the levee, there was absolutely no wind at all, so I headed upstream. On the course down by the river, there was a mild crosswind. It might have taken one gear off my speed, but certainly it was no reason to turn back.

I still wasn’t fully committed to the ride when I reached my first rest spot at Asaka Weir. I’d have liked to have one of Nana’s world-famous onigiri at this point — it was about 11 a.m. — but the odor coming off the local farms put me off. Instead I continued on my way. As I cycled, I realized I wanted to chase Nantaisan (a 2,484m mountain in Nikko, Tochigi Prefecture), which was visible from the top of the levee — however faintly in the gathering haze.

At the entrance to Kawagoe, right where the Iruna river meets the Arakawa, there’s been some construction blocking the cycling course for more than a year. I hadn’t been up this way in nearly a year, but I was pretty sure the construction was finished. The impression was reinforced by the related traffic signs having been removed. When I emerged at the site of the previous closure, I was greeted by the sight of a new driving school. (Oddly, though, I didn’t see any signs for it.)

Selfie of cyclist in helmet, sunglasses and a black jersey, standing in front of a tall, wooden tower holding a large bell.
Toki no Kane

I was getting very hungry by the time I reached Kawagoe Sports Park, as well as a bit fatigued. I considered stopping at the park and having lunch, then heading home (thinking about my target of finishing by 4 p.m.), but then I thought how silly it would be to come this far and give up just a handful of kilometers from the goal. In fact I reached Koedo in just over 20 minutes after that. As usual on a sunny weekend, the area was packed with visitors. I did my best not to get in anyone’s way while I got my snap and got out.

A ghostly white Fujisan against a very pale blue sky.
My companion

Back at the park I ate three mentaiko onigiri without pausing, washed down with a half-liter of Pokari, and messaged Nana just after 1 p.m. that I was on my way. I was happy at first to find I was benefiting from the wind, but that changed not long after I passed the driving school. Suddenly I was facing into a very stiff headwind. Garmin said it was 13-14km/h, and coming from pretty much the direction I was headed.

Needless to say, this put a bit of a crimp in my style. My pace slowed to a crawl and I focused on keeping my neck and shoulders relaxed, maintaining circulation in my hands and feet and butt. I continued on like this for more than 15km, taking a break whenever my hands and bum started screaming. My slowest 5km split for the downriver run was 11.4km/h.

A green-and-white windsock, nearly horizontal, flying over a construction site, with a highway in the background.
Headwind

For the last couple of kilometers the river turns almost due east, and at last the wind let up. My pace increased to around 24km/h, which is typical on a flat road.

A bicycle leaning against a large, irregularly shaped blue sign with a wide white border. The sign is painted with exploding fireworks. The faded outline of letters can be seen, reading あらかわ ARAKAWA. People have been writing in the dust on the sign, including several tags and the words I love you. In the background is a large playing field with yellowing grass.
Arakawa again

I arrived back at my favorite sign just as a little league baseball game had finished. The climb from the cycling course up to the top of the levee was chock-a-block with cars and boys on bicycles. It was hard to keep my patience.

After taking the snap, I found a spot under the Toda Bridge where I could sit and eat the final onigiri before heading back into traffic. At about 2:50 I messaged Nana I was on the way home.

All my energy was gone by this point. I dropped gears rapidly at the arrival of the slightest rise in the pavement. I made it up the rise out of the river valley without stopping, but at a virtually crawling pace. I was very glad for the flat run that followed.

And that pattern continued for the ride home. I know where the dips and rises are, and adjusted my speed accordingly. I came off the road onto the cycling path where it climbs over the railroad yards. And finally on the rise up to Nakano Sakaue, I again left the road for the cycling path. And I again made it to the top without pausing.

A bicycle leaning against a concrete wall, facing directly at the camera. There's a helmet hanging from the handlebar.
Headlight’s a bit crooked

And that was it. It’s a downhill run to the tower from there and my only concern was the traffic. At 3:56 I wheeled Kuroko into the bicycle parking and messaged Nana I was home.

GPS record of bicycle ride
Any way the wind blows

It’s been four years since I rode to Kawagoe for 初走り. My riding time on that occasion was more than 20 minutes shorter than now. On a moving time of 4:45:45, I averaged 18.4km/h. And given the wind, I’m very happy with that.

A black electric bike, the bike fat-tire monster kind, knocked over on the pavement by the wind.
Still windy this morning

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