Bike: Yellow Racer/Blue Commuter
Riding Style: I haven’t met a style I haven’t liked
Why do I ride: Fun. Freedom. Fast [trying]
My biggest challenge so far: Rock gardens & wheelies
My future goal for cycling: Win a race and improve my technical skills
Best biking story: My first real bike was a Trek MTB. I had this idea of a biking trip on Cape Cod when working out East. I planned on cycling from Mid-Cape on a trail to get halfway there and then ride on the road to Provincetown, where I wanted to eat at a sweet cafe called Tofu A Go-Go. My backup plan was a bus that would get me back to the trail, or halfway, if I felt really tired.
Note: My longest ride at this point was maybe 15 miles. I also thought it was a great idea to bring 10 Clif Bars and 6 bottles of water, all in a backpack.
The first half of the ride went great, traveling on a super flat rail trail. The second leg of the trip was a different story and was quite hilly so it took a while to get into town. I decided to go check out the bus so I would make sure I could get a ticket as I was pretty tired (40 some miles at this point).
To my great surprise, there was no longer a bus. My best hope was a shuttle to get me one town further out. Great!
I decided I should enjoy my meal and then hit the road as soon as possible. It had taken me over 5 hours to get out there and I was hurting. I stuffed myself silly and went and laid on the beach for 30 minutes. I knew I had to get going because I didn’t want to get stuck out in the dark.
I found the shuttle and rode it to the next town which saved me 5 hilly miles. I remember pedaling so slowly up every hill. I considered trying to hitchhike a few times but decided it might not be the best idea. I finally made it back to the rail trail and kept pedaling. I stopped for 15 minutes so I could eat some ice cream but hurried since the light was fading. Despite my best efforts, I ended up in the dark, 5 miles out from the trail head. Using my cell phone for some light, I was able to get back to my car. I collapsed inside and considered sleeping there until the morning. I figured that was also a bad idea and decided to drive the 40 minutes back to my rental, where I collapsed soundly, 87 miles in the bag.
What turns my crank about cycling: 30mph was never so exciting