Bike Skirt Thanksgiving part II
Thought I would share my Thanksgiving riding tale to follow up Anna’s story (3 wives, 26 kids?! Whoa).
Thanksgiving eve, my date and I decided that maybe we should ride the 23ish miles to his families Thanksgiving dinner. We were pretty excited, as we are hoping to ride to NOLA in the Spring. The day of, it was rainy and gross all day…up until about 20 min before we wanted to leave. We hurriedly got ready and hit the road 35 min later than we hoped. We have 1.15 hours to get there. The ride got really pretty once we were out of the city, but we were mainly on big, busy roads. A little stressful but luckily the traffic was light. It was a beautiful, fun way to spend the day.
The residential area was my favorite part of the ride. Families out walking off their lunch and leaves falling everywhere.
That speck up front? That is J, crushing it up the hill and I struggle to stay upright and not die.
After being off the bike for 8 weeks, I was weak. 3 hills, 2 which were longer than 1.5 miles long, about killed me and toward the end I freaked out on J with a bit of frustrated yelling (I later apologized). I crawled up one of them and cried going up another, but refused to give up! I stayed on the bike and we made pretty good time, considering. We arrived just as the sun was setting and the entire family was there…to see me walk in red faced, sweaty and gross. They applauded us, and we ate plentifully.
Then we got a ride home. It was a great day and I am ready to do that ride again. Next year!