Love God, your God, with your whole heart: love him with all that’s in you, love him with all you’ve got!
If you read nothing else, skip to Number 4. I want to hear what you guys think of that craziness. That said…
This ride involved more than its fair share of many—well, let’s generously call them “experiences.” I did experience them, but they were way more than that.
First, the hills. Oh, lord, the HILLS! I conservatively estimate that I ascended about ten zillion hills, totaling approximately 100,000 feet elevation gain. Over 65 miles, and following yesterday’s 62-mile ride, my legs felt about ready to fall off by the time I crept up the little hills in Marlborough. However, since church is higher than home, I did have a net loss of elevation, which meant that I also had some really exciting, sometimes nerve-wracking, descents. I didn’t break my all-time speed record of ~40 mph, but I did hit 35 mph without really pedaling on most of the downhills. I haven’t used my new big chainring at all. It’s so big usually have a very hard time pedaling in that gear, and by the time I know a downhill will be big enough to warrant it, it’s too late to shift up (I learned the hard way that shifting in the front while pedaling fast downhill results in your chain falling off on the outside, ending that fast downhill ride quite abruptly). So I dub this the Ride of Many Hills, perhaps nothing compared to the hilliness of a Seattle ride, but plenty challenging nonetheless.