Note: This is a draft post that I had intended to finish and post before the ride on June 28. See how well that worked out? 🙂
Looking 100 miles in the face
At seven a.m. Saturday morning, I’m going to climb on my vintage 1974 steel Vista road bike and ride 100 miles.
On the hottest day of the year so far.
Why would you ever…
Ever since I started riding my bike again last year, I’ve been drawn (some say “like a moth to a flame”) to long distance rides. I’ve made vague plans to ride around Lake Superior (“It’s just 1,300 miles, honey”), do the Paris-Brest-Paris ride (“How’d you like to go to France for a few days?”) and tour across the continent (“Wouldn’t that be an awesome experience for the boys?”).
I’ve put hundreds of miles (950-ish since last October, as of today) on my bike, and I’m hoping for a thousand-mile month later this summer. So far, though, my longest ride to date is 58.6 miles. A century ride seems like the logical next step in my quest for distance.