Saturday last (not yesterday, yo) was the annual Pines to the Mines ride, as alluded to by Jonny. i was there. weather was beautiful. blah blah.
Jonny was right. JR won with a worthy ride. i’ve seen roadies ride mtb’s hard. never have i seen a roadie ride a borrowed bike a handful of times, then proceed to handle some really nasty singletrack in the midst of the wilderness. actually, i didn’t SEE it: i flatted as we hit the singletrack and JR and Adam rolled on. More specifically, what i DIDN’T see was JR flailing around on the singletrack, despite my best effort to catch back. Many miles later, when i hit the verde river, i found no aid station. no water. no food. 97 degrees. I was ~60 miles in with 14 miles of climbing ahead. 4 miles into the climb, i was out of water. 5 miles in i was hiding under trees, begging water off passing cars and bikes. At mile 6 my kidneys started to seize. i leaned over my bars and walked, using my bars to support my body, which didn’t want to hold itself up. i turned dry and clammy. 2 miles from the top, i found an ‘aide’ station. no water, but they had tequila in the car. great. this was, after all, a pay ‘n’ take event. a nice gal dug around in a cooler and found me a Sunkist soda under all the beer. i put ice in the vents of my helmet, sat in the shade of the car, sucked on more ice and drank. and i didn’t have the worst of it. yeah, it was one of those days. good thing there was a whole lot of water, food, and beer at the finish, plus some good company, music, Mexican food in Jerome, etc.
Tomorrow I’m taking the last step of my comprehensive examinations to become a phd candidate. 3 hrs in front of 4 super-bright dons of ecology who will be making me squirm by asking any questions they want. yeehaw.
what i’ve been listening to:
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