Ok. We’re in real time, people. I catch the Van Galder bus to
In preparation for tomorrows event, a brief history of my long distance bicycling.
1996—I can remember my first long ride. From my apartment at Broadway-Clark-Diversey all the way up to Lawrence Av. and back. When I tell people at work they cannot believe the distance —15miles.
1997—Long forays into the suburbs hugging the curbs of major highways in insane Saturday afternoon traffic. I stop into work and loudly announce I have been to
1999-2001—I ditch the Rockhopper for a marginally better machine—a Bianchi Pista (an off the shelf track bike.) The night rides begin. Somewhere the 120 mile threshold is crossed.
2002—Ridding buddy Craig Ludington accompanies me on a 170 mile/17 hour
2003—An attempt to ride non-stop from St. Louis with Adrian Redd and Grant Davis is thwarted by my most spectacular motor-vehicle collision ever, over the hood, off the windshield and onto my head. The next month, I do the trip solo to ‘celebrate’ my 30th birthday. Late November and my water bottles freeze solid—I thaw them in my pants. I push through incredible knee pain for the last 50 miles, track bike as torture rack. A 14 mile mistake puts me at 334 miles in just under 36 hours.
2004 to present—nothin’ much.
This weekend is the longest ride I have ever attempted.
I am anxious and afraid.
May God have mercy upon my soul.
T.C.
4 comments:
Terrific blog, TC. See you at the 600k start.
"We who are about to ride, salute you!"
Tom
so... how'd it go? we're all rooting for you, TC!
Julie
welll, WTF? how did you do?? waiting w/baited breath over here...
is this like one of those season ending cliffhangers?
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