Road Ride; A Change of Pace for Me May 11, 2009Posted by Dave Of Prescott in Adventure Recreation, Just Stuff.
Tags: Arizona, Prescott, road bike, road riding, White Spar
Something I hardly ever do is ride a road bike.
This last Saturday I was talked into going on a road ride. A bunch of us headed out White Spar Rd. at 7:00AM. We had the whole spectrum of riding abilities in our group, we had two Cat2 riders, two Cat3 riders, a Cat5 rider, and three of us that would fall somewhere below that, all the way down to me.
The strong riders were very patient and stopped and waited for the rest of us to trickle in several times. When we reached the top at mile marker 305, Paul said he wasn’t feeling so hot, and decided to turn around and make it a day.
From there down through the switchbacks, we all stayed in a pellaton (big word for a mountain biker huh?), and rode at an incredibly fast (for me) speed through those corners. On the last tight left hand corner I was praying that my tires would hold the line, and we slingshotted out of it and continued at a breakneck descent until we passed the cattleguard and had the climb up to mile marker 298. When I finally made it to the group, three of them had decided that they would go all the way to People’s Valley before turning around. Dave and I (no I am not being schitzophrenic) decided we would turn around at the Wilhoit store, and Kent said he would do so as well. Steve, decided he would go to the Kirkland Junction then head back.
We formed another pellaton for the descent to Wilhoit, and really hammered it to over 43 miles and hour for that section. Kent and Keith did a sprint in the flats to the next cattleguard, and I sat up and tried to recover before turning into the store. Dave, Kent and I spent about 10 minutes at the store, refilled our water bottles and started back toward town.
The climb all the way back up to 305 was pretty uneventful, we just rode at the pace that I could sustain, and when we got to the top I was feeling pretty good still. On the descent into town, a little yellow boxy car went by us, and Kent gave it everything he had to get into the draft of the car. Dave and I couldn’t catch it, and we watched as Kent and the yellow car disappeared from view. Dave and I traded places to let each other draft some on the way back into town, and we kept up a pretty good pace. We pulled into the parking lot at Safeway about 30 seconds after Kent.
All in all it was a good ride, however, I had a terrible headache and my neck muscles were killing me for the entire rest of the day. I guess it is the position on a road bike that I can’t take. I have to lift my head up so far to see through my glasses that it just kills my neck. So, unless I get lasik surgery , I probably won’t be going road riding again anytime soon!