That's How I Roll

I'm not a cyclist. But I'm going to ride cross-country. My friend recently asked me, "Well, what will you call yourself when you ride, then?" Hmm, an adventurer! I like to explore, and doing it via bicycle is my next big thing. In 2009, I hiked from Georgia to Maine. Shortly after, I realized that I can cover twice the distance in half the time. If that doesn't scream cool, then I don't know what does. So I bought a shiny blue Surly, my new ticket to freedom, and it's been uphill ever since.

July 18, 2012

Pueblo to Olney Springs

40 miles. Hot, hot heat.

Keeping it short, I'm exhausted.

We rode 20 miles, took a 3 hour break and watched 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea at Larry's (a retiree that likes to take care of cyclists), rode another 5 miles, sat under a tree for 4 hours, than started riding again at 7:30 pm. It was over 100 degrees in the shade, holy shit.

New plan of action from now on: wake up at 3, hit the road at 4 and pack in as many miles by lunch. If we get a lot of miles in, we will stop for the day, otherwise, we will finish at night. Repeat. It's the only way to beat this insane heat.

Ok, that is all. Oh wait, Bill left us this morning; I already miss his humor! Now I must call it a day, I'm waking up in 5 hours.

Photo: riding away from a beautiful sunset. The perks of night biking.

1 comment:

JonathanJuly 23, 2012 at 7:04 AM
You have some great pictures!
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