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Holly #%&*!!!!!!!
What was I thinking?
Wait, let me rephrase that....
WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING!!!!!!
If you haven't figured it out yet, it was a pretty tough day. We looked at our cue sheet and thought, OK, 75 miles, looks flat enough, we'll be in early, relax a bit before happy hour. We were crossing into New Mexico, so margaritas would be served tonight. Yeah right! We started with a slight bit of climbing which wasn't too bad and dropped down into what we thought were the flat lands. We were headed straight into the wind. The picture of the trailer with all of the bikes on top was at mile 20. We had stopped at Ol Jo's cafe and had a little breakfast. A large portion of the group gave it up at that point. (The smarter ones). The rest of us continued on. The wind was picking up. We were moving at a pace of about 8 to 10 MPH. There were a couple of flat tires on the route. We stopped to help out and were greatful for the break. By about mile 60, everybody had sagged in but 4 of us. Mary and I stopped at mile 65 to eat lunch. The wind was so bad at that point, that the bread on our sandwiches dried out before we could finish them. We decided we had to draft and switch out about every mile, we were now down to about 7 MPH. Seeing that there was nothing else around for miles for the wind to blow, it decided to try to blow us back to San Diego. We refused to go, and after 7 hours in the saddle and 78 miles with 3000 of elevation gain (our so called flat road) we pulled into our motel where our margaritas were waiting for us. THANK GOD!
What was I thinking?
Wait, let me rephrase that....
WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING!!!!!!
If you haven't figured it out yet, it was a pretty tough day. We looked at our cue sheet and thought, OK, 75 miles, looks flat enough, we'll be in early, relax a bit before happy hour. We were crossing into New Mexico, so margaritas would be served tonight. Yeah right! We started with a slight bit of climbing which wasn't too bad and dropped down into what we thought were the flat lands. We were headed straight into the wind. The picture of the trailer with all of the bikes on top was at mile 20. We had stopped at Ol Jo's cafe and had a little breakfast. A large portion of the group gave it up at that point. (The smarter ones). The rest of us continued on. The wind was picking up. We were moving at a pace of about 8 to 10 MPH. There were a couple of flat tires on the route. We stopped to help out and were greatful for the break. By about mile 60, everybody had sagged in but 4 of us. Mary and I stopped at mile 65 to eat lunch. The wind was so bad at that point, that the bread on our sandwiches dried out before we could finish them. We decided we had to draft and switch out about every mile, we were now down to about 7 MPH. Seeing that there was nothing else around for miles for the wind to blow, it decided to try to blow us back to San Diego. We refused to go, and after 7 hours in the saddle and 78 miles with 3000 of elevation gain (our so called flat road) we pulled into our motel where our margaritas were waiting for us. THANK GOD!
12 days down and 46 to go.
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