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| ROUTE: Gallup to Albuquerque NM | DISTANCE: 145 miles | WINDS: Headwinds most of the day 5-15 |
| WEATHER: Sunny, rain threaten late...we all got in dry. Hi 78/Lo 41 | TERRAIN: Rolling most of the day | TOTAL CLIMBING: 4250 feet |
DAILY REPORT: Long
day scheduled...early start required. We planned luggage load before day
break to get us ready to roll as soon as we could see down the road. We
were forecast to have slightly unfavorable winds most of the day so it promised
to be a long day in the saddle.
We started rolling as soon as I could see down the road...our first activity was breakfast 8.8 miles into the ride. We all stopped for a hearty breakfast and it was relatively fast too...good thing since we were itching to get out of town.
Today
is our signature day...or one of them. As I prepared to give route rap last
night, the mood was good, but apprehensive...only a couple of the riders had
ever ridden this distance before. I assured them that if they paced themselves
and kept moving today they would do fine. Luckily, the temperatures have been
below normal so we haven't had heat problems...I wore arm warmers and was
comfortable all day. The winds could have helped us a little more, but they
were fairly light all day or at least not as strong as forecast. Sometimes it
would seem to be in our face, then other times it would be from behind, but
basically it was a headwind all day.
It
wasn't nearly as cold as usual either at departure. There's something
about Gallup...it's always been in the low 30s when we depart this town but this
morning it was in the low 40s...quite nice. By the time they arrived at the
first SAG at the Continental Divide, most of the warm weather gear was in our
garment bag and not on their bodies.
Gallup is over 6000 feet elevation and as I
mentioned above, we ride over the Continental Divide which is 7275 feet at about
32 miles. We had our first SAG there and everyone took the obligatory pictures
to record the event (above right). Supposedly, it's all downhill from here...at
least if you are water. Of course I tell everyone it is down hill but they find
out pretty quickly that there's lots
of humps in the terrain before we
get to sea level in Massachusetts. But it does drop for quite awhile after the
SAG before they have to start going up and down again...a good ride after a nice
warm up climbing up to the Divide.
Even though it was a tough day, we rode through
some interesting, beautiful, and desolate areas. The mesas were beautiful and I
imagine that they looked the same a thousand years ago. We also rode by Fort
Wengert where Kit Carson led campaigns against the Navajo Indians. We'll see
Kit Carson monuments all along our route through Kansas. There's even one in
Kansas where he shot his mule thinking it was an Indian...makes you wonder how
good an Indian fighter he was if he had trouble telling his pack mule from the
enemy. We also rode through the largest lava flow in the continental
US...another area that probably hasn't changed much for thousands of years.
It's sobering to think that well after we are long gone, these formations will
still watch over
people
passing by on our route. But for now, they just tell a story of a time when the
terrain was much more volatile than today. I wanted to find out more about it
like when did it develop, but I didn't have time to do the research...there's
only so much I can do out here. From what I understand, the entire area around
Grants NM is volcanic...no thank you. I'll just ride through it and look in
amazement.
After Grants, we venture out into the New Mexico
back country and an Indian reservation around Laguna. From there we pick up
I-40 all the way to Albuquerque. We did have a hiccup in our planned support as
there was construction on I-40 for about 6 miles that we had to shuttle everyone
through...no shoulder and heavy traffic. That meant coordinating pick up
points, drop offs, and still making the last SAG stop. The first group
beat us through but we caught most of the rest. The one's we missed
refueled at the store at our planned
SAG location and tried to beat
feet into town before the bike shops closed.
At the last SAG, we take a frontage road up 10 mile hill to Central Avenue for the screaming downhill into town. The final hill into town is a doozy. You seem to just keep going down forever...it's about an 8 mile descent to the Rio Grande River where we can break the 55 MPH speed limit if we try. I've peaked out at double nickel in the past, but today's cross winds on the descent made control a major issue.
The last riders got in about 6...not bad for all that went on and with the headwinds most of the day. WOW...a tough day and we have another one tomorrow. We'll get another early start and set out to the hills around Santa Fe. But today was a good day...everyone in safely...feeling good about their accomplishment. Tune in again tomorrow and see what we are up to.
PS: A great big "THANK YOU" to Greg Dubrock a previous rider who lives in town. He made bike shop runs for everyone on our long day on the road.
| DID I REALLY SAY THAT?: "What temperature does snot freeze?" "Best day yet, learned how to draft." "I passed up a beer and feeding the cows. He was a nice guy, but I had to ride." "If you are going to be hit by a semi, let it be uphill." "Amazing, if I pee here it goes to the Atlantic...if I pee there it goes to the Pacific...hmmm, decisions decisions." "We scoff at 145." "What's Scott wearing today?"
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DID I REALLY DO THAT?:
I guess today was my day. There was a lot
going on today with the shuttle, the long day, and the non-standard
departure this morning. My mind was going a mile a minute all
morning plotting strategy for the day. My first faux pas was at
load, everyone was gone and I asked the staff who's bag was laying on the
sidewalk..."WHO DIDN'T LOAD THEIR BAG?" I asked. Shane
politely pointed out that it was MY bag laying on the sidewalk...oops.
OK...my bad. After breakfast, I had to get into the luggage van to
get something from my bag. Later when Barb opened the van, she
noticed my keys laying on top of my bag. Thinking in my state of
mind today I would flip out if I couldn't find my keys she called me on my
cell phone. I was in the van with Shane so after my conversation
with Barbara about my keys, I told Shane how important it was not to break
your routine out here because things like this happen...you forget stuff
and misplace stuff. He understood, made note, and we continued down
the road in the van. Now I needed to call Barb back...hmmm, where's
my phone? I can't find my phone...WHERE IS IT??? I just had it
in my hand 30 seconds ago! #$%^&%$# I looked everywhere...my
pockets, the floor, the dash, the center portion between the seats...where
could it have gotten off to...it's nowhere to be found...somebody stole
it. Shane! Call me so I can find my phone. Riiiiiiiiing...it
was in my lap. See Shane...I never put my phone in my lap. So
why would I think to look there. "I see your point," He said.
"Now call Barbara." |
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DID I REALLY SEE THAT? |
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![]() Is this what you Yanks call AAA rated lodging. No AJ, it's a fake teepee. |
![]() Let's see...I'll take the McDonald's healthy meal...a Big Mac with Biggie Fries and a double chocolate shake please. |
![]() Hey Mike, I just found this wheel...now if I had a frame and another wheel, I'd have a bicycle. |
![]() Everyday we wonder where the hole will show up on Scotts outfit...yesterday it was his socks. He must have run through the same briar patch with his shorts. He says he's just riding so fast that his clothes can't stand the wind blast. Yeah Scott, Superman had the same problem. Late information acquired: Someone pointed out he had 4 pair of these shorts and they all have a hole in the same place...maybe that's the way they are made? |
![]() Since Jay is only going to Albuquerque and missing out on the tire dip in the Atlantic, we decided to have his "dip ceremony" in the motel hot tub. Kasper thought the ceremony should include pouring some of the Pacific water we collected into the hot tub, but we didn't want the sea urchins to get out. |
![]() Phillip was amazed when Pam started playing the Braham's Fugue in A# on her half eaten cheese burger. She pointed out that the cheese required a special technique to perform such a complicated score. |
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