I was really too tired yesterday to say much about the route other than it was tough. That really didn’t do it justice. Hwy 97 is used by the area biking clubs as a training ride. Everyone we talked to could not believe we rode over it with the trailer. I can’t believe it myself. There were at least 4 major climbs of 2 or more miles all hooked together by steep rollers. At times the only way I pushed through them was convincing myself we would hitch a ride at our next rest stop. But we pushed on, breaking it down into little goals. Just climbing to next the tree or mailbox we reeled in the hills. As an after thought I don’t believe I would ride this in two days again. It needed to be broken up in three sections for us. On other note there was one humorous moment.
As we climbed up a hill we saw a sign that said Catholic Presbyterian Church. We both thought that was strange and Susan wanted to take a picture so I started slowing down. I knew we would roll by it so I started to stop, and before I could unclip my shoe we fell over. I caught the bike at about forty-five degrees but Susan just rolled right off. I saw her laying in the grass just like she was still on the bike; feet and legs in pedaling position and her hands and arms up like she was still holding the bars. Fortunately she wasn’t hurt and it was really sort of funny looking from my perspective. She didn’t see the humor in it but she doesn’t have a good sense of humor anyway. Yeap, yesterday was tough day.
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