Bravo for Brevet
It was a very cold start, about -3 C. The kind of temperature that, although tolerable, still makes you think “what the hell am I doing? It’s still dark outside. And it’s cold. So cold I can see my breath. And I am doing this on purpose, and even worse, have been looking forward to it for weeks.” It’s a sickness, I think. Like being an alcoholic. It was so cold that when Kim showed up without proper foot-warming booties, Susan Leier insisted she go into the nearby 7-11 and get shopping bags to tie over her shoes. When Susan tells you to do something, you do it. Because she knows better. Kim was a trooper and wore the bags for the first 100km, at which point they were torn and covered with chain grease.
The ride took about 7.5 hours. That’s time in the saddle, with stops about every 50km to eat and pee. We rode 208-ish kilometers and finished 200km in 7 hours and 12 minutes. According to my heartrate monitor I burned 3,800 calories. Best part of this ride was that it hurt a hell of a lot less than the last 200 I did, and I suspect will hurt more than the next.
I know, it’s a crazy thing to do, and even crazier to enjoy. But at the end of our ride we stood in front of the 7-11 and talked about the guys who do even crazier things like the Race Across America. We talked about how thankful we are for those guys because they somehow make us seem less crazy.