Biking is one thing. Bicycling 100 miles is entirely another. But what about the bicycle ride that last all day and all night? At some point, you cross a line and at that point, cycling, becomes ultracycling.
This blog chronicles the story of a guy, his bike and a strange obsession with finding the outside edge of his personal limits.
In this chapter, having broken the UMCA record, recovered from a bone-crushing crash and achieving a top 15 finish at the inimitable Furnace Creek 508 we find our hero grappling with the realities of completing a 100km foot race.
For the complete story, follow this link, and read from the back to the front. The story won't make anymore sense when you've finished, but at least you'll know as much as the rest of us.
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I rode my bike to the bank today.
The sun shined the whole way and the journey took less than 10 minutes. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and my leather jacket and my regular prescription eye glasses.
It was entirely unremarkable.
And I enjoyed ever second of it. Its been a while since I got on a bike for no real reason other than to get some place. Like I used to when I was a kid when I didn’t care about base miles, watts, carbon fiber, work and the myriad of other things that complicate my riding as an adult. It was beautiful.
I didn’t even wear a helmet.