Another One Down
Am 30,000 feet somehwere over what appears to be the rockies or some such. I says it once and I says it again...Jet Fuckin' Blue! The girl next to me is watching Law And Order SVU which means they have that shit on Direct TV so once I'm done with this (or when the battery on my laptop conks out, whichever happens first), I'll be on that like stink on shit.
I am amazed at how well this trip went. We had absolutely no hitches so far, save for a little bit of a problem figuring out where the fuck the rental drop off was at the Long Beach airport. Once that was sorted, we slid right though.
The ride itself went well. We came in a shade under 5:30. The elevation was 2800-odd feet which is pretty flat, but all of which seemed to be crammed into the area between mile 20 and 40, and it came in big jaunts...very few rolling hills (although we got some of that flavor as well). Jesus fuck that sucked. The good news was we got to come back down that region on the return ride. That made for some serious fast descents. I think we averaged 32mph for 20 straight miles. And it just so happened that occured when the sun was going down so whipping through those highways at high speeds with the sun setting behind the mountains was quite awesome. I'm sure you could probably surmise this, but the air is REALLY fucking dry in the desert. My throat is still sore from that. I think you end up breathing in a lot of dust too. I had a few instances where I started getting headaches, which probably meant i was low on water intake (I guess this because when I chugged on the camelbak for a good 10 seconds, it went away).
At about mile 65 the sun set completely. Until you are there with your bike and its tiny little light, you really never do appreciate how fucking dark and quiet the desert is. All the ambient noise that exists everywhere else is non-existant (re: bustling grass, wind, animals etc). It's really really strange. The darkness fucks with you too. Don't get me wrong, the sky in Death Valley is among one of the clearest I've seen in my life (and I've spent many a moons in the Rockies, Yellowstone and of course rural Iowa). Thank god I took that astronomy class in college so it all made some sort of sense to me. But the problem it creates is due to the fact we didn't have helmet lights (note-purchase this for next night ride) so I couldn't see my computer, meaning i had no idea how fast we were going, how far we were from the next checkpoint et all. That got really fucking frustrating on this 24 mile loop about 60 miles in that seemed to go on forever. The other major downside is that since these lights only project maybe 20 feet ahead of you, you can't see what the elevation ahead looks like...so basically you'll be riding at a decent clip and all of a sudden you are blindsided by a climb and have no clue when it ends. The temprature also drops dramatically in the desert. It went from 85 to 40 in about an hour. To say I was freezing grossly understates the matter. I punched the last 20 miles hard just to stay warm (which was a good thing).
But I guess you can sum up the whole weekend as this: Roly and I crated our bikes, flew ourselves and them out to California and rode them 110 miles through the desert at dusk and nightfall and will be at work Monday morning. And anybody who doubted us or can't understand what the point is in doing this can just shut right the fuck up...cos at the end of the day we did it and they didn't.
On that note, I'm hanging up the road bike till next year and am gonna give the Gary Fisher Mountain bike some much needed TLC until it gets too cold to ride. So for next season, we're talking about embarking on some centuries, and the east coast or maybe the southest (Florida/Georgia region) is looking attractive. I'd definitely do Death Valley again, and the folks at Planet Ultra are awesome hosts...but well, we got other fish to fry.