112 pickup trucks, 9 dogs in trucks and 11 cows in trailers. Willow has shown us how to pass the time on long bike rides. Yesterday, when we began our century weekend (100 miles in two days), we counted dogs. Erin (as always) made up the rules. If a dog was Riley sized, it counted as one dog. If it was Bailey sized, it counted as ½ a dog. Dogs smaller than Bailey counted for ¼ of a dog. Dogs bigger than Riley (except for the special case of Great Danes counted for 2 dogs. A Great Dane added a factor of pi (3.14). Perhaps you had to be there…but the miles really did fly by!
So, today as we started the second half of our century weekend (up and down the hills of Montgomery County), we started out counting pickup trucks. Then, a really big lab in the back of a pickup truck rode by us barking his fool head off…so we added our previous counting system to today’s. Not sure why we started counting cows…but there were a total of 11 of them.
The hills were tough, especially after riding yesterday. I’d been nervous that I hadn’t done enough hill training to be ready for the MS (in TWO WEEKS!!). I’m ready now. The hills started right away and they didn’t quit until the finish line…not that I got to ride my bike across the finish line.
37 miles in, just after the rest stop, I was climbing up a really steep hill and I shifted from the middle ring up to the easiest ring and my chain slipped off. I didn’t have enough time to unclip my shoes and I toppled over. I’ve got a scratched up knee and a gash on my other calf. My upper arm is bruised for some reason.
Erin rode back to the car with me in the SAG wagon. I have been second guessing myself all afternoon wondering if I could have made the last 14 miles. Stephen and Nathan disagreed. Apparently, they were 14 really tough miles! Erin has agreed to ride a quick ride with me tomorrow to get the last few miles of the century completed. She’s a good kid!!
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