If I remember correctly, this picture was taken around mile 55 and I was actually feeling pretty good (it doesn't look like it).
108 miles, 12 hours outside, 9 hours in the saddle, the difference was lunch, dinner and rest stops. Had planned an all gravel century ride around DSM, but hit a lot of blacktop. That had us riding in on the shoulder in order to honor the "spirit" of the challenge. On a good section it looked like this. The bad sections were only about 3" wide. The hardest part of the ride was seeing the pavement 12" away and realizing that jumping onto it would be the easy way out.
I had forgotten my helmet (I know....stupid Tom), so I got a new hairdo on the ride. My riding partner, Steve, was tired of the shoulders by this shot nearing mile 100, I was just glad to be close to home.
April down, 8 months more to go. Boys moutain biking trip to Moab, Utah and Fruita, Colorado with Moike (from college) in two weeks. At least I should have the fitness this time.
108 miles, 12 hours outside, 9 hours in the saddle, the difference was lunch, dinner and rest stops. Had planned an all gravel century ride around DSM, but hit a lot of blacktop. That had us riding in on the shoulder in order to honor the "spirit" of the challenge. On a good section it looked like this. The bad sections were only about 3" wide. The hardest part of the ride was seeing the pavement 12" away and realizing that jumping onto it would be the easy way out.
I had forgotten my helmet (I know....stupid Tom), so I got a new hairdo on the ride. My riding partner, Steve, was tired of the shoulders by this shot nearing mile 100, I was just glad to be close to home.
April down, 8 months more to go. Boys moutain biking trip to Moab, Utah and Fruita, Colorado with Moike (from college) in two weeks. At least I should have the fitness this time.
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Glad to see Steve is still living up to his photo potential.... Sounds like a tough ride mentally with the pavement so close and tempting. I'll be out on another of these soon enough. Tom, you should bring the road bike out to play one of these days.
Griz caught me in the middle of mowing down a powerbar to stave off a bonk. Earlier in the day, he said he didn't want my happy look, so I kept it buried for this photo. I'm going to start staying away from cameras pretty soon.
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