Howdy,
The last day or so has been a bit of a challenge for the Rylo. I have found riding in tennis shoes with the 99 other professional athletes (remember I was a bond guy) is nearly impossible as they fly down the coast clipped. I can easily keep up in the 20s for a while (10 yards maybe) but for 5-10 straight miles with never a let down going up to 26mph–well, thats hard. I also went with WAY too strong of a group (oops) and they mauled me. I think they were enjoying watching me spin myself to death. I guess I sort of expected that but well maybe not. Anyway, there are 3 ways to take some time off from the ride (sidenote apparently since its not a race its a ride you are encouraged to skip segments especially on day 3-4 which are the back to back 120/125 milers and it is NOT flat) you can opt out, you can sag out (stop at one sag and get a ride to the next) or as I call it u can get medic-d out. All of you who know me realize I am way to stupid to ever opt out only cause I am stupid. #2 Also seemed like such a cop out to me cause I mean I had just ridden back to back centuries clearly I was invincible–but, oh no I got medic-d out. They medic u out (not out of ride just stop for now) if you are a danger to yourself, to others, or are going to die in the next 3 minutes. I was all 3. To prove my pt, as I was going from sag1 to sag2 (it was a long ride 5 sags plus lunch) and it was at the top of this hill…well the nuts in front of me decide to haul up it at 24 mph so I chased them but I dont think I remembered to breathe cause when I got to the top I sort of just rode right into the medical van. They thought I blacked out but ummm I just forgot where the brakes were. This put them on notice that Rylo wasn’t 100% . Whats the solution to all things cycling?–put as much food in yourself as humanly possible. So I slam 2 PB&J, a tuna fish sandwich, avocado tomato salad, 2 bars, 3 goos and 2 cokes. READY to ride! Oh yeah keep in mind this is my 4th meal of the day. Remember how I said I am a nibbler? Yeah, you know where this is going. I made it about 3 miles into a brutal 4 miler when all the math stopped working. I will say if you are gonna throw up 10k calories you might as well do it clinging to a guard rail over a lovely 300 foot cliff over the PCH. Well the doc was onto me now but I still rode on! About 5 minutes later I think I started to weave and he feared I was gonna ride off the edge but luckily I needed to barf again so I stopped. Yes that was it for the day. I think I nearly killed myself. Silly me. The unpleasantness went on for a bit but it stopped and now time for some R&R for remainder of day. Yes I will be back on the bike and yes I will make you all proud cause it aint about me its about the charity but I might readjust my technique! Good news is we are in SB and we go downhill for mileage so that will be a good thing. SO, no pictures today but tomorrow I will light you up. See how honest I am.