Day 20 (Day 17 riding) Where’s the traffic lights when you need them?

Day 20 delivered on the promised climbing.  It was  physically my hardest day yet.  I rode from 7 miles east of Tempe, to 5 miles west of Miami all on route 60.  The first 11 miles I was able to push the high gear on my KH and averaged over 12 mph.  The last 20 miles was all low gear and brought my average down to 8.7 mph.  All I kept thinking was what I wouldn’t give for a few nuisance traffic lights to rest at.

I rode farther than I thought I would but when my support crew rolled by I gladly hopped aboard.  The real test will be how my legs feel tomorrow.  Knucklehead refused to find and maps to calculate the route.  Luckily there were no changes in the route.

Climbing the hill.  I gradually climbed into Superior then the route took off the gloves.  Much of the time the road up the hill had no shoulders.  When I came to the tunnel I rode as fast as my heart and legs would go.  I was passed by 6 vehicles while riding through all but a motorcycle moved to the other lane for me.

View of the Tunnel before I worked up the courage to race through.

View of the Tunnel before I worked up the courage to race through.

When I finally reached the top, NOT.  I came to a sign that made it seem it would be all down here from here.

The Fictitious sign that led me to believe it was down hill from here.

The Fictitious sign that led me to believe it was down hill from here.

I went down hill only to climb another one.  I also raced across a bridge spanning  Pinto creek.  The view would have been spectacular if I had opened my eyes.  I just wanted to get across before any big vehicles squeezed me closer to the edge.

Uni admiring the view from near the top of the hill.

Uni admiring the view from near the top of the hill.

Tomorrow, legs permitting I will take up my spot creeping down the hill into Miami.  The road is too steep and shoulders too narrow for high gear so the going will be slow, unlike the latest cross country cyclist group who raced by me going down hill at mach 2.

Joan had a hard day also.  She said her foot is cramping from pushing in the clutch on the truck.  Maybe I should switch places with her.

Stats for Day 20:  31.81 miles at 8.7 mph, Max=14.8 mph, Ave heart rate=118, Max heart rate=158. Ascent=3392, Descent=978, Max elevation=4600′, Min elevation=1810, Ave temp=79.1, Gamin claims I burned 1430 calories.

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3 Responses to Day 20 (Day 17 riding) Where’s the traffic lights when you need them?

  1. Sounds like you are having way too much fun. Today we sailed 50 miles from Martinique to Dominica in 9 hours. Caught a fish, lost a bucket, plugged a fuel line, got tossed in swell/wind waves when the wind died, jibed as the wind went from east to west and then to north. We passed friends, they passed us, others stopped by after we anchored. Just another day in the Caribbean.

    Keep on rollin’ like you mean it.

  2. Mom says:

    Finally I can keep track of one of my adult children on a daily basis. Good to talk to you Sunday. I hope anyone following you is checking out Joan’s blog. Her pictures of the Phoenix botonical gardens are awesome!!! I can see it now, a unicycle with a side car on its way to OC (per John C’s comment). Don’t get any ideas.

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