The highway to hell
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
… And the acclimation is complete… I think.
I went out on a 3.5 hour ride today with some intervals of intensity and a few flat-out 10 second sprints. I felt swell for the first time. There was no gasping lapse after each interval, it was like riding at sea level- or as close to it as you can get. So I’m pretty stoked about that. The weather was great, as usual, although tomorrow is supposed to be thunderstorms or something. That should be fine though, they usually start up in the afternoon when they decide to “rear their ugly head.”
I’m not one to ride on the highway, so each day I’ve been heading out of Boulder and turning off onto the first side street and making a ride out of a maze of interconnected roads. However, everyday I see these dudes out riding the highway. The speed limit is sixty. As far as I can tell that’s pretty much the same as riding on a freeway. You’ve gotta either be a genius beyond my extraordinary capacity or there’s some inside secret that I don’t know about riding on the highway. So today I set out to discover the secret, and found out that indeed they’re all a bunch of morons waiting to get nailed by some crazy punk in his ricer. It’s your life; I’m not one to tell ya how to live it…