"You’d think that riding a bike 130 miles would be murder."
I mean, everyone who asked me how it was, has asked with an air of incredulity, so I assume you’d think that, too. But maybe you wouldn’t. I dunno. What I do know is that I rode a bike 130 miles and while I was sore as all get out by the end, it was worth every pedal stroke and I’ll do it again sometime.
I ride almost every day, usually for about an hour which means I get in something like 20 miles each day, Monday through Friday. On the weekends, I have more time and have gone as far as 65 miles. And if you’re keeping up with the math, the last Outpost Adventure Club 200k is twice what I’d ever done.
But with the right equipment - a good GPS computer, enough water, a bag to carry snacks, chamois butt’r, and among other things -some good buds, the miles kinda melted away. We rode over the York River, past soybean and cotton fields, and enjoyed a tour of roadside convenience stores.
I’ll say two things: One, you can probably do this ride, too. When I told Braden I intended to go, he wisely said, “Assemble your crew.” Because that’s what made the ride fun. I was with people who knew most of the route and we were prepared for what could come. And two, I’m definitely gonna take a ride like this again.