Moving On

The original purpose behind The Fourteen Percent Ride has long since been fulfilled. So, I've decided that Mighty Proud will be the last posting. It just seems right.

But, don't worry. Or maybe you should. In any event, I plan to continue. I'll keep riding. And writing. Click here to come along in my new blog ~ The Long White Line. <-- check it out!

Thanks

As I've ridden for the last two years, I've picked up on the fact that Shirley, my darling wife, has been more worried about my safety than impressed with my "accomplishments." How do I know this? Well, when I'd come back and tell her, for example, that I'd hit 53.6 mph going down FO, she'd reply, "I don't want to hear it." Being the sensitive sort I figured out, after many such comments, that just maybe we were not on the same page here. But last week, she told me that she would "greatly reduce her focus on the 'fear for my safety' issue." We talked about the tour, looked at some maps, researched nutrition suggestions on the internet, and so on, just enjoying the idea of the ride. How nice is that? Thank you, Shirley!

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

We Decide to Ride


I said to Bill, “That sounds like a good idea. We’ll wear tights, brightly colored jerseys, short socks that clash with said jerseys, put on shoes we can’t walk in -- and that clash with both the socks and jerseys -- and top it all off with a hard hat full of holes.” All this so we can plant our butts on hard seats no wider than a fence rail and pedal our way up mountains, through rain and, with a little luck, snow, across deserts and, well, you know, lots of fun things like that.

So, the plan was hatched. A bike tour (that’s bicycle, the kind without the motor). Out west, because the mountains are higher there. We finally decided on the Seattle, Washington to Missoula, Montana leg of Cycle America’s 2007 Coast-to-Coast ride. Bill has done about all there is to do in the way of rides. Me, this will be the first. Seemed logical, then, to do the “first leg” of something.

The entire coast-to-coast ride is accomplished in nine 1-week stages. And what is unique about this leg, except for its being first? Well, it is the LONGEST. By almost 100 miles! Six hundred five miles in 7 days of riding. Eighty-six miles per day on average. I thought this would be the right ride because…? Must have been the Chimay.

So, here I am, about 2 months until day 1 of the ride. I’ve started training, haven ridden 280 miles this month. Eighteen days into April and I have yet to put in even half the distance of the ride. What was I thinking? That I love a challenge, maybe? And this is. A challenge.

1 comment:

Jennifer said...

Looks great, Dad! Can't wait to read along with you as you chronicle your preparations and, eventually, big ride. Please have Bill take a picture of you on one of your rides soon so we can see said tights, shoes, jersey and helmet in action!