We spent the last week or so in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. We drove through the Columbia River Gorge, up the Washington coast, around the Olympic Peninsula, and in to Seattle. Then we rode our bikes 203 miles from Seattle back to Portland with about 10,000 other people in the annual STP classic. It was not without incident, but it was a whole lot of fun. We were 6 of the 72 riders for Crush Kids Cancer, raising money for a study done at Seattle Children’s Hospital.
The good:
We all finished the race. Dave and Rob had never ridden any supported ride before, had never done any drafting, and their longest ride up to this point was less than 50 miles. Brett and Jess have done plenty of other rides, but this was their first STP. We managed to ride 150 miles the first day and 50 the second.
The bad:
Both Dave and I crashed while stopped at different times. He got some nice scratches from his crank, and I got some gravel cuts. In both cases we were not being smart, so we sort of deserved what we got.
The annoying:
I attempted to use my Atrix with RunKeeper as my GPS for the ride. It ran out of batteries just 6 hours in, despite having a full charge at the start. At least I have some data from those first few miles.
The funny:
At one of the stops, Rob accidentally started eating a tube of Chamois Butt’r, thinking it was a GU Energy Gel.
The ride:
We rode the first 150 miles on Saturday, then the last 50 on Sunday, riding through the finish line in Portland as a team. At one point, Dave and Rob dropped off the paceline we had going. We expected to meet up with them at the next stop, but they didn’t show up. They had followed a group of riders heading off to a hotel in a city that wasn’t on the course… and wound up riding a bunch of extra miles to get back on course later.