Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Wicked Witch of the West Ride...
Last night as the temperature soared to 102 degrees in the
, I was crazy
enough to plan on doing the Emigration Bike Ride. I figured it would be good preparation for
the RAGBRAI that I’m going to do in a couple of weeks. Unlike last week’s Emigration ride which was
100 degrees at the start. There was at
least a little breeze last night. I was
teasing one of the gals that did the ride with me last week that we were doing
the Wicked Witch of the West reunion ride.
She laughed but some of the other people at the start looked at me warily
when I said that. Then, in a crackling
voice with some hand motions I cried, “I’m MELT- ting! I’m melting!” Then everyone was cracking up! Salt Lake
I had recently gotten a new replacement seat for my bike. The old torn seat that had survived a totaled bike accident in 2007 was getting pretty cracked and worn. It was time for a new one. It was on the way towards the canyon that I discovered it wasn’t tightened down enough. I swung by a local near by bike shop and they helped out really quickly. But I got separated from the group for a bit. I pushed it a bit and caught up finally about a mile in the canyon with the gal I rode with last week. It was as I was coming up behind her that I cackled a laugh and said,” I’ll get you my pretty!” It was just TOO funny.
After doing that, I slowed down and took it easy. I waited up for another cycling bud to catch up and we managed our way to the top at a much slower pace. No racing tonight with 100+ temps. The name of the game was just getting there to the top. Four people ended up turning around early because the heat got to them. It was a night where I savored that coast down the canyon. I didn’t pedal until I had to and just let myself go along for the easy ride down. I deserved it!