Apparently in our delirium, Tim and I became confused and tried to enter the wrong event . . .
We were willing, but the dogs just wouldn't have us (perhaps because of my orange bike?)
Further homeward bound adventure . . . actual unretouched photo of bike detritus . . .
Yes boys and girls, my bike actually ended up this way. Fortunately for me, I was not on it. (Tim said later I was going a little too fast for that corner . . .) We'll probably laugh about that one for a while.
Yesterday was also drama. Seems I let my water freeze. 195 minutes, at full gas is too long to go without water.
Today when I got home: serious cramps. Thanks to Claire who made me drink pickle juice. It really does work.
From now on, on all long rides, pickle juice will be my constant companion.