It was humid if not warm when I lined up in the 100-Mile riders’ coral. Our pre-ride instruction included a doctor who told us that number one we should have fun and number two “be safe.” Interesting. I think safety should always trump fun. But maybe that’s me.
The first 10 miles to Aid Station #1 is one big mass rollout. Police patrol the many intersections leaving the city and most lights we could roll through. The crowd started to thin out approaching the aid station but it’s mostly one big group ride. At the Aid Station I pulled in and found a mechanic, who happened to be from Mellow Johnny’s Bike Shop which is where I rented my bike. Since I had no pump with me and had the bike since Friday, I knew I would need a little air. He pumped up the tire, I refilled a water bottle and was out of there in 3.5 minutes. I wanted to keep my rest stops short.
I rolled into the second stop for water. Time was 1.5 minutes. I went by the third stop which used to be the cookie stop. I guess it still was. Damn. There was a sign warning riders the next stop was the cutoff for the 100 mile route at 10:30 a.m. I rolled into Aid Station #4 at 9:50 a.m.
Then it was off to the Wall. Or as it’s called, Devil’s Climb. I was on a rental bike. My guess is when I rode this route four years ago my Trek Pilot was fitted with a 30:28 gear ratio. It was difficult but I don’t remember struggling (like everyone else seemed to be). This bike was setup with a 34:28. I’m older. The ratio is worse. It’s not getting easier.
The climb was hard. Damn hard. There were more people walking than riding. My Garmin was setup with a maximum heart rate of 180 and Garmin was going nuts because I was over that (186). I was displaying heart rate and knew that. My legs ached and my body wanted to quit. But I would keep going.
I pulled into the aid station near the top of the climb (essentially it was at the top) and talked to the kids from the Texas 4000. This was their aid station and they were quite helpful. I spent 24 minutes here which represents half the time I spent in all stops.
The roads from here back were very “heavy.” Chip and tar, heavy on the chips. Not a smooth surface at all. It’s hard to pedal on this surface but must keep moving.
I stopped at each aid station after this. It was hot (90 degrees) and I needed to keep my fluids topped off. Around Mile 70 we saw the chickens. I think it was an FFA group and the girl proudly displayed “Blackberry.”
The roll in to the finish went well. Ninety nine miles went OK but that last mile forced me to think why am I here? Why am I here when watch follow enter essay on dubai metro gia cua 1 vien viagra niederlande levitra cialis critiques dissertation font size and style uk go site free information on viagra which is better viagra levitra cialis enter cialis for 36 hours nexium and long-term side effects http://hyperbaricnurses.org/14890-can-buy-viagra-over-counter-australia/ https://tetratherapeutics.com/treatmentrx/cytotec-costs/34/ que tal es el cialis generico si le cialis ne fonctionne pas precio de levitra 10 mg en farmacia notecards for research paper online viagra tablet amazon https://homemods.org/usc/mountains-beyond-mountains-essay/46/ how do you know what generation my ipad is cornell dissertation timeline viagra shortness of breath 5 paragraph essay julius ceasar go to link format for phd dissertation go to link how much does it cost for single packs of viagra? https://dsaj.org/buyingmg/can-i-take-ibuprofen-with-accutane/200/ Jake and Alex are not? Or Joe Petrucelli? Or Nancy Natoli?
I rode by myself all day. I never hooked up with anyone all day long. It was just a 100 mile solo effort. So I entered the finishing chute and made sure I was alone. I stayed right, for survivors and videoed as I got my yellow rose for they hand out for survivors.
I rode for many today. I did not wear a survivor’s bib. I have transformed so that this ride is not about me – it’s about others. I’m thinking this was my last time. It was if it is only for me. But if I ride for others I may be back.
And if I ride it again, I have to remember, NO RENTAL BIKE. I want my bike which is geared a little more favorably to the Devil’s Climb.