Alex’s “30 miles or so” ride took a turn toward an 80 mile disaster today. About 55 miles in, maybe 8 miles from where we turned around to head home, Victoria suddenly had to stop because she could no longer breathe, and to be quite honest I was almost broken at that point as well.
Victoria and I rode to the nearest park to find shade and try to recover while Jim, Bryan, and Alex rode on. Maybe three hours later Alex and Jim pulled up to rescue us, and I found out that Bryan’s bike has thrown a spoke and was pretty much unrideable, so we had to rescue him as well.
Out of five people who left this morning, only two made it all the way back. I would say that this ranks right up there with a Robert Chumanov adventure.
Man, I’m beat.
