I figure I should get a jump on my Whiskey blogs since it’s been an exciting weekend so far (and the main race hasn’t even happened yet!)
I hate flying. I hate being x-ray raped in security, I hate being in cramped quarters with lots of people, and I hate the potential of both flight delays/cancellations and the possible disaster of having my luggage & bike lost or severely damaged. Also, my ears hurt really bad during landings.
So, I pack up the toaster and drive all over the place. The trip out to Prescott, AZ was completed in two days’ worth of driving.
I don’t always take pictures when I’m driving, but when I do, it’s because this dude in the Sprinter van has been tailing me since West Memphis, and I wanted to send it to someone so that the police would have a primary suspect if I were to be kidnapped…
(he exited in Little Rock)
I stopped in Amarillo. I probably could have made it a couple hours further down I40, but the timing and location worked out so that I was able to ride some of the local trails just before sunset on Wednesday afternoon. That part of Texas is beautiful…
Thursday, I figured I’d go ahead and get to Prescott so I could settle in and ride a little to loosen up the car legs. The drive across the Great Plains area and New Mexico is equally as gorgeous as the previous day’s drive. The sky is so huge, it makes you feel like you’re in a giant bubble.
Once I was at my hotel, I decided that I needed yoga more than a ride, and found a class at a studio about 15 minutes away from where I was staying. It felt goooood, and afterward, I met up with Bruce from ProGold and some guys for Thai food in downtown Prescott. By then, I was dragging ass pretty hard. Arizona doesn’t celebrate daylight savings time, so, during day #2 of driving, time changed by 2 hours. The first night/morning was a little rough, but as I type this, I’m feeling pretty used to the change. I’m sure that once I’m home, I’ll be obnoxiously awake at my usual pre-10pm bedtime.
Post #2 will encompass Friday- some pre-riding, a riders’ meeting, and a killer fat-tire criterium race.