This photo pretty much sums up Day 2. Oppressive heat. A decent hangover and only a few hours of sleep. Great conditions for a 95 mile ride.
Ben pretty much set the pace for the crew. This guy was a machine.
The gang
Towards the end of the day, my body started to give in to the heat. My neck, my knees. I felt like a heap of parts thrown together with duct tape.
The biggest thing was actually something I'd never had a problem with before: my feet. Since road shoes are essentially hard plastic footbeds velcroed to your feet, after that many hours you start to feel like you've been trying to break the guinness world record for barefoot jump roping on a concrete floor. By mile 160 of the ride, mine ached so bad I could only pull up to pedal. It became unbearable.
Definitely have to toughen up those guys for next year.
Here's Marge attending to my footsies
The solution? Maxi pads. Yep. Those super absorbent little wonder pads kept my size 13s dry, cool, and exceptionally comfortable just like the packaging promised. So a big shoutout to all you feminine hygiene product engineers reading my blog. Keep up the good work! Couldn't have done it without you guys.
But whenever I was having a tough moment, Mearns was always there to lift my spirits. And usually his shirt.
And at every rest stop, Steve was there with a smile and some good tunes cranking out of his sound system.
Red bull gives you... insanity
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