My riding partner Marty and I hit the road this morning...a little late getting off 'cuz we were waiting and watching for Floyd to hit the road first. Off on our weekend metric up into the foothills and back. OK. But it was 104 by the time we hit our loop's apex at the Knight's Ferry General (est. 1854) store and turned for home with the temperature ever rising. Cool....well, not so cool. I lost 5-6 lbs in sweat loss despite hot water bottle guzzling and Marty was seeing visions in the heat....not of pie nor of naked nineteen year olds as I managed to croak out teasingly.
Made me think of Dnvr's thread on his friend's put-down of fitness. Whether its Dauphin's wife kicking his butt up the daily hill or Stapfam riding in the dark in December or all the others here who do "weird" stuff in some discomfort.............I can well imagine what air conditioned passing motorists must think of us out among the road mirages ...especially with my almost totally gray moustache signaling me as an olde farte (apologies to Dnvr.) That's all-- no philosophical observations this time. Gonna go drink some more. Don't need no FloMax.