12F temps and a windchill advisory did nothing to scare off our intrepid riders Aimee L and Laura J from tackling the 40 mi Polar Bear route. Though spring and the racing season doesn't start for a few more months, tell that to the boyz. By the first hill up towards St. Joes, the pace heated up faster than a seatwarmer set on 10. The grrrrls held their own, even with Aimee weighed down by a mtb with studded tires and Laura's lame "my brakes are rubbing" excuse 'til after a rather brutal roll-up before the halfway point. The grrrrrls wisely paced themselves, holding back from the group slugfest and joining two guys off the main group 'til Laura sensing home was "only" 10 miles away, made a run for it. With Aimee laying down some studded tire sass, the two tough-grrrrrls somehow caught (and shed) a cast-off from the main group, in the process losing the other two guys. Whooops!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Worst Day of the Year Ride!
12F temps and a windchill advisory did nothing to scare off our intrepid riders Aimee L and Laura J from tackling the 40 mi Polar Bear route. Though spring and the racing season doesn't start for a few more months, tell that to the boyz. By the first hill up towards St. Joes, the pace heated up faster than a seatwarmer set on 10. The grrrrls held their own, even with Aimee weighed down by a mtb with studded tires and Laura's lame "my brakes are rubbing" excuse 'til after a rather brutal roll-up before the halfway point. The grrrrrls wisely paced themselves, holding back from the group slugfest and joining two guys off the main group 'til Laura sensing home was "only" 10 miles away, made a run for it. With Aimee laying down some studded tire sass, the two tough-grrrrrls somehow caught (and shed) a cast-off from the main group, in the process losing the other two guys. Whooops!
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