Miles: 54.43
Total Elevation Gain (ft): 2527
Weather: Clear, Sunny, Temperate
Hillbilly Insults: 1
Roadkill: 0
Vladmir Putin calls "real men" nastoyashi muzhik. It has connotations beyond American translation that embodies the goofy machismo that Russian men are supposed to possess. That's why you see him hugging bears, wrestling tigers shirtless and whacking Ukranian presidential candidates.
Anyway, I know I'm a mere gnat compared to the fellas that endured Tarawa and Bataan, but I felt like a nastoyashi muzhik today. I didnt do a single trial beforehand, so my first real ride atop the Soviet-style Salsa Fargo today was an accomplishment for me. A 70lb steel rig is a far cry from the featherlight carbon fiber road weenie bikes I'm fortunate to own. I had doubts about climbing on such a beast, but found that if I just put my head down and ground the low gears at a molasses pace, I was fine. In fact, the freight train momentum and speed on descents was far more cringe inducing. It's a white knuckle experience to hit nearly 40 mph on a state highway with trucks and a narrow shoulder.
Total Elevation Gain (ft): 2527
Weather: Clear, Sunny, Temperate
Hillbilly Insults: 1
Roadkill: 0
Vladmir Putin calls "real men" nastoyashi muzhik. It has connotations beyond American translation that embodies the goofy machismo that Russian men are supposed to possess. That's why you see him hugging bears, wrestling tigers shirtless and whacking Ukranian presidential candidates.
Anyway, I know I'm a mere gnat compared to the fellas that endured Tarawa and Bataan, but I felt like a nastoyashi muzhik today. I didnt do a single trial beforehand, so my first real ride atop the Soviet-style Salsa Fargo today was an accomplishment for me. A 70lb steel rig is a far cry from the featherlight carbon fiber road weenie bikes I'm fortunate to own. I had doubts about climbing on such a beast, but found that if I just put my head down and ground the low gears at a molasses pace, I was fine. In fact, the freight train momentum and speed on descents was far more cringe inducing. It's a white knuckle experience to hit nearly 40 mph on a state highway with trucks and a narrow shoulder.
The Columbia River Gorge is spectacular. A friend told me that im riding the wrong direction, since this scenery would be a great capstone to a long journey. Ho-Hum.
Miles: 54.43
Total Elevation Gain (ft): 2527
Weather: Clear, Sunny, Temperate
Hillbilly Insults: 1
Roadkill: 0
Vladmir Putin calls "real men" nastoyashi muzhik. It has connotations beyond American translation that embodies the goofy machismo that Russian men are supposed to possess. That's why you see him hugging bears, wrestling tigers shirtless and whacking Ukranian presidential candidates.
Anyway, I know I'm a mere gnat compared to the fellas that endured Tarawa and Bataan, but I felt like a nastoyashi muzhik today. I didnt do a single trial beforehand, so my first real ride atop the Soviet-style Salsa Fargo today was an accomplishment for me. A 70lb steel rig is a far cry from the featherlight carbon fiber road weenie bikes I'm fortunate to own. I had doubts about climbing on such a beast, but found that if I just put my head down and ground the low gears at a molasses pace, I was fine. In fact, the freight train momentum and speed on descents was far more cringe inducing. It's a white knuckle experience to hit nearly 40 mph on a state highway with trucks and a narrow shoulder.
Total Elevation Gain (ft): 2527
Weather: Clear, Sunny, Temperate
Hillbilly Insults: 1
Roadkill: 0
Vladmir Putin calls "real men" nastoyashi muzhik. It has connotations beyond American translation that embodies the goofy machismo that Russian men are supposed to possess. That's why you see him hugging bears, wrestling tigers shirtless and whacking Ukranian presidential candidates.
Anyway, I know I'm a mere gnat compared to the fellas that endured Tarawa and Bataan, but I felt like a nastoyashi muzhik today. I didnt do a single trial beforehand, so my first real ride atop the Soviet-style Salsa Fargo today was an accomplishment for me. A 70lb steel rig is a far cry from the featherlight carbon fiber road weenie bikes I'm fortunate to own. I had doubts about climbing on such a beast, but found that if I just put my head down and ground the low gears at a molasses pace, I was fine. In fact, the freight train momentum and speed on descents was far more cringe inducing. It's a white knuckle experience to hit nearly 40 mph on a state highway with trucks and a narrow shoulder.
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