Sunday, February 15, 2009
Be careful what you wish for...
Yesterday I rolled out with the little punk who likes ripping my legs off (and his dad, of course). He has to kill it up every hill, and for some reason he thinks that the final 6 miles up the bike path has to be done at Mach 57. So after 70 miles with the power thingamagig reading in the 400s far too much, I complained to the corporate sponsor that what I really need this time of year are some long steady rides.
Today I met Mr. Aleto up in the boonies for a nice little excursion out in the hills and winds of the February Palouse. It was a nice, steady ride, 73 miles on the 'cross bikes. Just what I asked for. Except that he is kind of strong. Well, really strong.
Instead of looking down and seeing 400-something every time we hit a hill, but 150 something the rest of the time, I looked down to see 270 or so every time we did anything. Uphill, downhill, flat, eating cookies, taking a leak. For over 4 hours. I finally gave in at about mile 68 and dropped back to suck wheel with the vague hope that I might make it back home in one piece.
I did, but I can't walk down the stairs now.
Today I met Mr. Aleto up in the boonies for a nice little excursion out in the hills and winds of the February Palouse. It was a nice, steady ride, 73 miles on the 'cross bikes. Just what I asked for. Except that he is kind of strong. Well, really strong.
Instead of looking down and seeing 400-something every time we hit a hill, but 150 something the rest of the time, I looked down to see 270 or so every time we did anything. Uphill, downhill, flat, eating cookies, taking a leak. For over 4 hours. I finally gave in at about mile 68 and dropped back to suck wheel with the vague hope that I might make it back home in one piece.
I did, but I can't walk down the stairs now.
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