Two Hundred.
So in the course of my life I have done some stupid things. I’ve stolen plants. I’ve decided to cut my hair into a mohawk. But yesterday I made a very stupid decision. Because at 5:30 a.m., Drew, Josh Lipka and I departed for a 200 mile bike ride.
It wasn’t a terribly exciting ride – I mean, it was just like a regular ride. But it took 12 hours total, 10.5 hours of total riding time. Which isn’t too bad, as we averaged just shy of 20 mph for two hundred miles. If that doesn’t make you want to bone us, nothing will.
Our route was basically up to Maine, down 1A, out to Rockport, and back.
However, some neat things did happen. There was a bus for sale on Route 133 on our way out to Rockport that Drew wanted to buy for the team. We went through transformations. And we all learned to hate life at mile 130. The fun quotient went down, and we realized we’d have to make up some shit miles to get to 200. Some of those shit miles came in the form of going through Durham, up Route 4 to 125, and back to add 30 miles. It wasn’t quite enough, so we did loops through campus and the Gables lot.
Despite that, we did complete it.
I realized a few things on this ride. One important realization was that all pro riders MUST be doping. Why? Because I felt like absolute SHIT after this ride. And, sure, it was longer than tour stages – but not that much longer. And it was a much easier route, and at an easier pace. So to be able to do that ride, and then another ride as difficult the next day is impossible without the aid of drugs.
I also realized that life sucks after 130 miles. Because at that point, I wanted to die. Then with like 10 miles to go, no one was talking.
Additionally, I realized that our TT team is going to be wicked fast, seeing as we were pushing 25 mph at mile 170.
so, a bus was for sale on rt 133? I sold buses for three years on Rt 133…
ya, you might have felt like dieing but you didn’t quit…you guys did it…something to remember when you tired on those climbs during race season