Life On Two Wheels

Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Riding on the moon

Wenatchee, WA
Friday, February 16, 2007

Since returning from California I’ve spent (0) days on my bike in the rain, while riding only twice on the trainer. I will attest that indeed this is most unusual, but since everyone is following the Tour of California this year, it is perhaps convenient beyond belief and absolutely due to the state of mind present in the majority of the population…
Nevertheless, despite all concern for good weather leading up to California, on the one day that it was entirely not possible to ride on the trainer… the rain fell in a fury that’d leave even the most tropical of individuals in a state of awe. Although I long for the 5.5 hour ride in the rain, the memory of the tour of Georgia is still much too fresh, in which case otherwise absurd alternatives are abound. The training of today was set to be 5.5 hours of motor pacing. Of course motor pacing is possible on the trainer, just not effective. So, unless you have an unusual desire to do 5 hours behind a car in the rain your only other option is to set out in search of arid climates. Off hand I knew of only one close enough to make for a feasible adventure. Indeed, the decision was exactly as such; “it’s raining, let’s go across the mountains. It’s probably not raining there.”
“Good idea, how ‘bout Wenatchee?”
“Perfect.” When we got to Wenatchee we set out to find a practical road… besides the freeway. We found an ideal route in Highway 2 to Spokane. Starting with a 10 mile climb up and onto this celestial plateau where the thriving town of Waterville is situated, the perfectly smooth road meanders along rolling terrain all the way to Spokane. We made it to Wilbur, I think. Then turned around and came back… 222 kilometers. Max speed on a flat road: 93.2 kph…