On my last vacation I managed to get close to Dnvrfox’s home town but I only brought my MTB. I wasn’t ready for the altitude trying to ride in the dirt and a MTB so I did a lot of my riding on the road. I did manage to ride a few miles every day.
This time I took my Masi and planned on riding a little every day in each of the states to and from Mount Rushmore. Didn’t happen.
Day one was pretty good because we found ourselves in the little town of Cedar City. Nice little town for my first ride. Pulled out of the park and headed south down Main street. I didn’t get far before my wife called me to come back and take down the awning. Seems a little breeze was coming up. When I pulled out onto the street I thought something was wrong with me because it was all I could do to get up to 12 or 14 MPH. I thought my brakes were dragging or the tire was low on the Masi. But after about 5 or 6 miles I turned around and I thought I had been shot from a cannon. I had been climbing a deceptive grade against a pretty good wind and with both a downhill and a wind to my back I made it back to the park in short order. I stopped to take a picture in front of one of the town office buildings.
Pictures 1 and 2
The next two days were not so good. Evanston Wyoming and Cheyenne were both windy and we got there much later. Decide to wait till I got to South Dakota. Turns out that might have been a mistake. The first day we went to see Mount Rushmore and it decided to snow. It didn’t stick but it was pretty cold. The Second day we went to see the Crazy Horse Monument. Started out windy but it seemed to taper off by the time we got back to the RV. I quick changed into my Bibs, leg warmers, arm warmers and long sleeve jersey and off I went. I got about 4 miles out of town and the wind came back. I was riding a few rolling hills and seemed to be climbing reasonable well when I crested one and a blast hit me right in the chest. I actually had to downshift into the small ring to go downhill. It didn’t take long before I decided this simply was no way to spend a vacation day so finally I turned for home. Believe it or not I was averaging a better speed going up some of those hills with the wind than I did coming down them. And I was in the big ring. You can see I wasn’t dressed for summer.
Next two days were just as cold and windy so I decided to hope for better weather on the way home. Laramie didn’t deliver. The weather was a bit warmer but once again windy as all get out. However today we got to Salt Lake City and it felt much better. It was a bit warmer than I wanted but not so much that I didn’t want to ride. I did see quite a few riders over by the airport in SLC. And they all waved so some roadies will acknowledge you. I planned on getting in 25 miles but I got a flat, a dreaded snake bite but I got in a quick 20 miles before dinner and am looking forward to Saint George tomorrow.