Yowser, been a glorious weekend, chill'n with the Cole from up north and his wonderful parents. In other words my grandson, daughter and son in law. Most the world could use a shot of "Cole Happiness"
Tomorrow is going to be HOT HOT HUMID HUMID. It is time. It is time for some bicycling suffrage. I have 64 oz of water, 20 oz of V8 juice and a 20 oz diet Mountain Dew in the freezer. I'll need more then double that if riding goes according to plans. I don't like to say my plans because then I won't listen to reason
If I should stop if it is a heat killer, seems saying it commits my mindset. Ok, I'll say it. 100 miles on dirt trail tomorrow.
Watching the DVD Bicycle Dreams, (again) If you push yourself on a bike it's must watch. These men and women race across the continental USA. I just heard this comment from one of the racers.
"I want to learn about myself, I want to learn how far I can go."
I found this picture on the web. It is RAGBRAI this year and Potter Hill. Most are walking. I enjoyed the hill, it took hard work, but walking would have been not easy on my mind, so I rode. I took my dirt bike up Potter Hill earlier in the week before I rode it with the RAGBRATS on Saturday.
I do need to climb this more often, I was hitting heart rates I seldom hit.
And here is Cole, Henry the dog, my daugther Melissa, and my honey Birgit up in Lakeville Mn today.
Why is everybody looking at me?