We did 12 miles. Appalling terrain. Shattered mountains –like riding over broken bricks for hours. BIG thank you to Abby, who loaned me the chaps. I’d have been shredded without them. As it is, I am sore, swollen, and seriously questioning the wisdom of going out again tomorrow. On the other hand, I’m holding up as well as people who are younger, stronger, and ride regularly. We’re all thinking longingly of a graceful way to hide in our hotel rooms tomorrow!
That said, I have five lines that will be important in The Cure For Anger. My ass paid dearly for them, but they’re good lines and I wouldn’t have thought of them if not for today’s ride.