First off, does anyone on Vashon actually drive? Much of the time I was riding on empty, moss-covered roads, looking out for deer as they were the only other moving thing out there likely to hit me. At one point, a few cars went by me, and I started getting grumpy about all the traffic–as in, I spent about 15 seconds suffering through the noise and exhaust of internal combustion vehicles, and then it was over.
Anyway, today’s goal accomplished. Check. Done. I’m done. That was a fabulous ride, but really hard! My cycling computer never read higher than about 485 feet, but some of the hills on the island get to the top in a hurry. There were a couple in particular that were…Special. As in, I would turn a corner, let loose with some exotic vocabulary and start asking questions like “Really?!? Are you serious?!?”
At any rate, it was a difficult, but also pretty spectacular ride. As usual, some mediocre cell phone photos:
By the time I got home, I could claim 86 miles on the day. And a ravenous appetite. The Vashon part of the ride was 51 miles with over 5,000 feet of climbing–that’s pretty hilly, in my book.
I had sketched out a circuit of the island that was more like 40 miles, and then my dad sent me a route he had drawn up, taking some inspiration from the Passport2Pain ride. I ended up adding a couple things to his route, and making the monster that I rode today. So for the record, my dad figures out a difficult route, but I’m the one to go ride it. I’ll let you decide who got the brains in the family.
Zoo Hill is really going to hurt tomorrow. Whee!