Hello everyone! We're back safe and sound from the Austin Livestrong Challenge and the Ride for the Roses. All in all it was a great weekend EXCEPT for the ride portion on Sunday. This could turn into a very long story so I'll try to keep it brief.
It all started with a wake up text message from a fellow I met at a previous Livestrong ride. I was laying in bed when my phone went off indicating the message. It read "Made the 5:30 bus, see you there". I was immediatly awake. I had set our hotel room clock for 4:45 AM in order to get up and get ready for the ride and make it down to the hotel lobby for the shuttle. The ride was about 30 minutes drive outside of Austin. I was mainly in a panic that I might miss the bus so I did not give much thought on how the alarm clock mishap occurred. Well as it turned out, all of the hotel's alarm clocks are centrally controlled. They had not updated their software so the system automatically reset our clock for the end of daylight savings time, moving the time back an hour!
Well, thanks to the text message, I get downstairs and make the bus. Unfortunately, our bus driver was not well informed as to how he was to get to the ride. He got into the long line of cars waiting to park. We were supposed to be dropped off at the race start where our bikes were waiting. Instead, we got an additional 45 minute tour in the dark of a field being used for additional parking.
Finally, we get to the start line and after a few other little hiccups, the ride starts. It is a beautiful day. A little overcast to start but the sun came out eventually. I had just gotten underway from a stop at the 52 mile point. About 5 miles out from there, at mile 57 I had a spoke on my rear wheel break. The wheels are supposed to be more on the upscale side of bike wheels. I didn't specify them, they just came with the bike that I have. Unfortunately, these wheels can not be repaired in the field. Even with the brakes completely opened up, the wheel would just barely move under the friction from the brake pads. I may have been able to ride a few miles, but 35 miles was no way. So, I was picked up by the SAG wagon.
Normally these guys would take you back to the finish line so that you could enjoy the post ride party. Instead, I had the pleasure of a 3 and half hour ride in a van while they circled back and forth over a section of the road aiding riders with cramps and flat tires. Given how much assistance they were giving, I could not complain. It still made for a pretty miserable couple of hours.
There are other anecdotal incidents I will recount in another post. In general, I felt like Schleprock from the Flinstones for most of Sunday. However, the event as a whole was great. There are absolutely phenomenal people out there doing great things to support cancer research, and survivor support. I am proud to have been able to spend a weekend with them all!





