Marco is a man of extreme courage, honor and valor. And here is that man.
I got a late start, but wanted to crank some mileage out. I packed lighting, wasn't sure if I was going to get back before sunset. It was so warm and humid, I drank 12 lbs of fluid and still ran short. The bugs were having a hay day. I found out if you miss any spot when applying bug repellent they find that missed spot. I had to spray the top of my head or the varmints would enter my helmet ventilation and walk around the top of my head. I didn't feel like getting Lyme disease this week.
Much of my flight path is still heavily rutted from flood damage. Parts of the trail had truck tracks from repair work going on. That gave m a riding spot to follow their tire impressions. I had to go around and up and down hills in sections to get around. Never saw another biker in 62 miles of trail.
My "Shandles" work well, evaporate sweat, little rocks that go in, go back out, and I stay cool.
Required some tactful riding, I biffed once, bike went flying one way, and I the other way. It's funny as I was being dumped into the weeds, my fear was "here comes the poison ivy"
It's git'n late, I'm git'n tired, and I want to git home, and I run into this fresh gravel patch wanting to make road rash on me.
All in all, was a great challenge to ride in this humidity and heat. Today is Metric gravel century #52. I am thinking about taking half days instead of full days off and riding later in the day to better obtain my goal of 100 Centuries this year. That way I can get a double for every day off.
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Ok gotta go,