There are some days when there’s nothing but a long ride to set things right. And sometimes, long isn’t enough. For those times, there’s long and fat.
Nate and I left early, both rolling fat, and picked up his friend Kep as we left town for some add-day riding that included sandwiches at Brennan’s in Monroe, horseshit-dodging in Illinois, several cold-water head dousings, cold cans of beer after 85 miles, and a post-ride steak with pitchers of beer at Alchemy.
This also represents the single longest ride I’ve done on the fat-bike (I’d ridden a fat-bike century a while back, but this one was slightly longer). I look forward to doing it again–perhaps going all the way to Freeport, IL next time–but not until it’s a little cooler.
And not until I’ve sorted out why my cranks (Surly Mr. Whirly) keep loosening themselves up.
Stats: 105.7 miles at 14.9 mph average. Seven bottles of water + nuun, two sandwiches, two bags of chips, one Clif bar, and three Miller High Life tallboys.