102 miles in 7.83 hours – Max Speed 35mph
When I woke up the next morning, I heard the sound of rain on my tent. I sighed and tried to go back to sleep. I didn’t have any luck, but as I was laying there the rain slowed down to a drizzle. I figured that that was a good as it was going to get, so I got up and got packed. By the time I was done it had stopped raining, but I knew it was supposed to start again later in the Afternoon, so I got moving quickly.
The day involved a 100 mile ride over some mountains into Laramie, but there was the option of taking old route 30, adding around 10-15 miles on, but taking most of the mountains out of the ride. I set off not knowing which I would decide to take.
It was a pretty easy ride to where the 30 broke off from the 80, so I arrived pretty quickly. After a brief thought, I figured that with rain coming I would stick to the interstate, so I hopped back on the bike and got going. There was also a sign at this intersection saying ‘No Services 75 Miles’. Oh well, that’s fine, I have plenty of food and water.
I reached the first big hill (you can always tell where the hills are because they add a third truck lane to the interstate there) and just pounded up it in my middle ring. Not good for my knees I know, but it was much faster than spinning up it in the granny.
I went over a few more hills and then at the top of the biggest hill on the first range (there were two today) I stopped at a rest area. Stopping at a rest area on interstates is always fun because lots of people usually come up and talk to you, and today was no exception. Someone gave me a bunch of granola bars (not really necessary, but thanks!) and I talked to a few others while I ate a ‘lunch’ up there.
The only problem with interstate riding is that people always walk up to you and open with the line ‘I saw you on the road’. I mean, people will do that on regular roads too, but not nearly as often. And I never was smart enough to have a clever or witty retort to that line that wasn’t a little rude, so I would just stand there awkwardly and end up saying something like ‘yup’.
Anyway, I got going in a hurry because I saw some mean looking clouds creeping in, and sure enough, around 5 miles after my rest area, it began to rain on me. I sighed, put on my rain clothes, and got back on the bike. Then, 5 minutes after that, it stopped raining on me. I didn’t trust the weather though, so I left my rain clothes on for as long as I could without dieing of heat stroke. Eventually I had to take them off, but the rain continued to stay away.
As I got over the second range and drifted down into Laramie the sun actually came out for an extended period. I got into town, stopped at a KOA, did some laundry, showered, ate, and did a little work on the computer. Because I had pushed it as hard as I could, it was only 3:00 or so when I got there despite the distance and the hills.
I realized that I only took one picture that day, so I took another and made a video apologizing to everyone. The other thing you can notice in the video is how extremely badly I got burned that day. It wasn’t super sunny, but I think when you spend all day over 8000 feet the thin air makes you much more susceptible to burns.
As you can see my hands really got it also. I winced for the next week every time I had to get something out of my pockets. After I washed up and brushed the teeth that night I saw a tremendous lightning storm, so took a quick video of that. I don’t think all the flashes really showed up in the camera, but it looks fairly cool none the less.
With all that taken care of, I got into the tent and went to sleep.
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