Wednesday, July 18, 2012
STP One Day
Seattle. Big buildings, big crowds, bus driver instructing "bike lane's on the other side". The swimming pool-less Marco Polo Hotel. The Tour at charming Sully's and two beers I promised myself I wouldn't have.
Wake up to Glenn Miller and his big band. Microwave breakfast and fake coffee. Throwaway dress, toss toothbrush in the trash, then two dusky miles to an unceremonious start.
Get excited, this is a big day!
Don't feel panicked or hurried.
Have fun. This is a bike ride.
Go swimming. Enjoy life.
Centralia. Celebrate. Candy.
Sing a little. Crack some jokes.
Go faster, just for a minute.
Short, efficient rest breaks.
Coast for a minute. Stand to rest.
Look at partner's calves.
Look at other riders' calves.
Look at my calves.
Route 30. Home stretch.
Pedal fast. Breathe deep.
Finish line. Beer.
Zero tears, fourteen hours, two flats total.
Personal best flat fix time: seven minutes.
No rain, barely any sun, lots of wind.
Average speed 17.5 mph.
Perfect teamwork, perfect day.
Posted by Bicycle Kitty