holy hell, the ride finally lived up to its name. 109 degrees. Heaven knows the temperature reflecting up from the asphalt.
When I finished I was like a salt-sicle. I have heat rash on both thighs.
My dad bonked with cramps 50 miles in. His lack of fitness extended the ride time into the early afternoon. Did I mention the heat?
Fun part of the ride was in the morning. It was cool to be in a 30mph paceline. On a flat. Of course, I had to stop for my dad to catch up.
It was so hot, that my eyes started burning with salt. I had to stop to wash my eyes.
12,000 riders. Air Force flyover. Cool event (but not temperature-wise).
We won't talk about my time.
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