55 miles, gorgeous weather. Cap2Cap ride, 1500 riders. It was a great ride.
Did the Metric Century of the Skagit Spring Classic, and boy was it miserable. It was 46 degrees, the rain was unrelenting, the dan henries melted away, my map melted away, the other riders melted away, the winds on the flats were even more ferocious than I remember, and to top it off, I got a flat around mile 55. Luckily, the SAG driver happened by just then and i was more than happy to let him change it for me (in spite of the fact that I am perfectly capable of doing it myself. Don't judge me, I was frickin' tired and frazzled). The only thing that kept me going was the realization that it wasn't nearly as bad as STP '08
Rodriguez Adventure
Bacchetta Bellandare
HPV Gekko fx
Custom Rodriguez Tandem
2009 Specialized Tricross
2012 Trek Mamba
Did one of my favorite routes out West of the metro area - you very quickly get into the countryside and horse country and a beautiful county park. Shortly into the ride, I got a nasty nose bleed and ended up using one of my wet wipes after running out of kleenex.Made it home about 34 miles later just has it had started to rain. Nosebleed aside, still a good ride.
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2001 Trek 7500 FX, converted to a hauler - Serfas
200? Marin hybrid - Selle San Marco
2004 Trek 5200 - Avatar
2011 Trek 6.2 Madone - Ruby
Saturday was a not-half-bad-day in the Northwest and as I started up the Interurban I noticed a "knocking" sound coming from the back wheel... Since the LBS was just off the trail I stopped by. Loose spokes. Easy fix! Hooray.
But on the way back, after just fourteen miles, I rode through what looked like a small dried patch of grass on the trail... I heard this horrible loud hissing sound, and my first thought was that I had run over a snake and it was caught in my spokes!!![]()
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I should have been so lucky.I had run over a big chunk of glass and it embedded in my rear tire. Too far away from the bike shop to walk back. I had a brief inspiration that maybe I could figure out how to fix my flat...I had all the tools and a tube. What a joke. I couldn't even get the wheel off myself. Thank goodness for cell phones.
So my husband gave me a lesson in rear wheel assembly/changing. It would be a challenge though, I don't have much hand strength for getting tires off and back on.
Bike-rideus-interruptus... rats.
I did the 50-mile route, but since I live right near the Richmond start and know all those roads so well, I detoured for a little peace and quiet. Nothing like riding with 1500 riders to make me want to escape the madness. So that's why I ended up with five more miles.
The route has changed slightly from two years ago when you did it (I'm sure we passed each other then!) The 50-mile route was not at all an out-and-back so I'm not sure where the century halfway point was.
It was alot of fun, though!