Preparing for the ride...
My brother came from England to see me ride (well... almost)
This is my Bay Country Metric T-shirt that I am very proud to wear, so you may see me in this shirt all the time now. I rode my first Metric Century which is 62 miles. I actually rode 63 miles because I got lost a couple of times. Getting lost at the beginning of the race is not so bad, it was at the last 5 miles that just about made me give up. The cue sheet said "cross over" the street and the arrows on the road turned right. So, I went with the cue sheet thinking that would be the most likely true direction. Wrong! I had a bad feeling when no one passed me for a while ( I'm not that fast), so I turned back and waited to see where upcoming bikers would go and followed them. Luckily, I'm not trying to break a record on time (watch out Lance). It was a beautiful ride and I wish I'd had my camera. We went along the Chesapeake Bay and through a town called "North Beach". I now want to move there. It is a quaint little town on the water with charming old homes. If it wasn't for the beautiful scenery to distract me from the enormous hills, I wouldn't have made it. I must say riding 60 miles in Charleston was a breeze compared to this ride today. I saw one other recumbent rider ahead of me, but I never caught him to make a fellow recumbent rider friend. Most of the bikers pass me on the hills (I could seriously walk up hill faster than I'm riding) and then I pass some going down hill (my bike is so heavy that gravity becomes my best friend). John, my brother Hank ( visiting from England) and the kids met me after the race which made me forget my aches and pains. I feel like I have to pinch myself to wake up from a dream. Thank you to everyone who is supporting me in this great cause! It keeps me motivated to keep going.
Preparing for the ride...
My brother came from England to see me ride (well... almost)
This is my Bay Country Metric T-shirt that I am very proud to wear, so you may see me in this shirt all the time now. I rode my first Metric Century which is 62 miles. I actually rode 63 miles because I got lost a couple of times. Getting lost at the beginning of the race is not so bad, it was at the last 5 miles that just about made me give up. The cue sheet said "cross over" the street and the arrows on the road turned right. So, I went with the cue sheet thinking that would be the most likely true direction. Wrong! I had a bad feeling when no one passed me for a while ( I'm not that fast), so I turned back and waited to see where upcoming bikers would go and followed them. Luckily, I'm not trying to break a record on time (watch out Lance). It was a beautiful ride and I wish I'd had my camera. We went along the Chesapeake Bay and through a town called "North Beach". I now want to move there. It is a quaint little town on the water with charming old homes. If it wasn't for the beautiful scenery to distract me from the enormous hills, I wouldn't have made it. I must say riding 60 miles in Charleston was a breeze compared to this ride today. I saw one other recumbent rider ahead of me, but I never caught him to make a fellow recumbent rider friend. Most of the bikers pass me on the hills (I could seriously walk up hill faster than I'm riding) and then I pass some going down hill (my bike is so heavy that gravity becomes my best friend). John, my brother Hank ( visiting from England) and the kids met me after the race which made me forget my aches and pains. I feel like I have to pinch myself to wake up from a dream. Thank you to everyone who is supporting me in this great cause! It keeps me motivated to keep going.
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