Put Something In The Box
I can’t get enough of this ride. Of course, that sentiment is much different during the laatste quarter of the ride where my legs are already the consistency of Silly Putty and I still have a few 20% grades to contend with. However, as I peruse the images and Strava data post-ride the numbness and nausea subsides and I begin to think of the next edition and what I’d like to tweak on the bike and the route.
An alteration of the route was deemed necessary as I both wanted to summit Slate Ridge twice and sample some espresso from the lone coffee shop within a 50mi (lies) radius between said summits. Adding to the rubberiness of my legs was the apparent resurfacing of nearly every gravel secteur I rode. And by resurfacing I mean dumping giant boulders everywhere and letting cars and idiots like me flatten them out.
A few of the 2x digit hellingen were traversed at near walking speed. 18-20% grades set in motion an exhilarating game within the confines of your mind. The battle to keep yourself moving forward and balanced while your body is going hypoxic is a beautifully masochistic dance that more people need to face in their lives.