Ben met me at the lunch stop. He drove 2 and 1/2 hours to get to me, then another 50 miles to trail me and get me back to Dillon, then another 2.5 hours home. Best husband ever!!! I was pretty miserable at the lunch stop but decided to eat and rest for an hour or so before calling it quits. I felt good enough to keep going after a long rest. But then, after the lunch stop I was riding on a high plain when a thunderstorm came through. Initially the rain was a welcome relief from the oppressive heat but the lightening was getting pretty close. As I was slowly making my way up the hill I heard a pop and a transformer for an electric fence exploded right next to me. As my brain was forming the thought "oh shit!" it was interrupted by the loudest thunder I have ever heard. Suddenly my throbbing knee and burning shoulder felt right as rain and I rode faster than I ever had to get the hell down from that plain. Once I got around 100 miles another storm started moving in and I just thought, I'm done. It was a good choice. The rest of the ride looked miserable for the poor riders. Driving rain and a sidewind that almost knocked them off their bikes. I was sooo happy to be off my bike! I am selling my road bike. I'm glad I tried the ride but road biking is not for me. Ben and I are going to get a couple of mountain bikes instead. I think we'll like that better. |