Post Wedding Bike Tour
Tuesday, January 8th, 2008
Before I get into things, I would like to re-assure everyone that I have been simply really busy doing different kinds of hiking and camping trips, not wallowing at the bottom of a cookie bag as some of you may assume…
Bike touring marriage, you say. I gotta get me one of those. yeah you do. (no it doesn’t make sense, but sounds good).
Anyhow the day after the wedding, having refrained from punking the bride and groom, I rode to the scene of the crime, was loaded down with rolls and roast beef, and started riding. And I rode. The days were A) social, or B) >200km while pulling 65lb bike/ trailer combo.
I was supposed to A) meet Brent and Greg at their hotel… but I was 2+h late. (more…)
Everything was steaming along fine in our
Last week I my ‘attacks’ on the noon ride were brought back in seconds, my pain receptors had rejuvenated themselves, and I suffered all sorts of unknown pain. 3 days before that I went for a flat ride in the big ring, and had to turn back after 20 minutes, because my feeble, furry, legs just couldn’t hack it. Thank Goodness for 18 years of muscle memory.