Well yesterday was one of those rides that you want to forget as a biker. To start the day was crappy being no school thus no job. Got some work done around the house. Moved things out at the parents house, walked Bailey, and rode the trainer for an hour or more. Then it was off to work. What did I forget to do, EAT a whole lot. Well this would come back to haunt me later. Tuesday night ride was the fun for the evening starting at T-Bocks at 8 with the best intentions of going to Ridgeway via gravel and riding back via gravel. Ride started like any ride feeling great, legs moving good. Ride ended unlike any ride I have done; cramping, light headed, unable to move my leg more than a pedel stroke every five seconds, and completely starving. Oh did I mention it was a below zero windchill into 25+ mile head or cross winds. Not the best idea in the world. The night was filled, after the start of course, with trying to cross gravels that were impassible by even the best 4x4 and going into a raging headwind on icy roads. I made it to Ridgeway after bonking nearly 3 miles out, only to be welcomed with no bar, no gas station, and no FOOD! Thus my ride was immediately over. Have never called for a ride to come get me, this was a first. I curled up into a ball in front of the gas station and waited for my father to come get me. Glad I didn't try and push on, I would probably be in a snow bank somewhere, frozen to death right now. Mental note: Bring some food you idiot!!!! That is all. OUT!!!
The dog just didn't come in time for me!!
The dog just didn't come in time for me!!