We have five whole training rides under our belts thus far, and we're totally nailing it. The weight difference was a little sketchy initially (our bike is built for the heavier person in the front, and I am definitely not the heavier one of us), but we quickly adapted. We've done hills, wind, distance, city, and highway cycling.... pretty much everything but cycling through fire and water.
|VERY excited about surviving our first ride.|
|Woohoo! Our first Whoop up Drive (aka ginormously huge hill) summit!|
|To Magrath and back we go!|
|Magrath is the town where I work, and never will I drive this route with the same mind set.|
All of these rides of ours have included a first of some sort or another. This ride was our first divided highway AND our first wipe out. Not to worry, only our pride was wounded as we were basically stopped at the Tim Horton's drive-thru when we keeled over. HAHA. We made it safely alllllll the way to Fort Macleod then pretty much bonked in a parking lot. I failed to communicate to Lowell that I was stopping, and he hadn't expected the ordering thingie to come up so quickly. His shoes were still clipped in, you see... oops. Had it not been for my extraordinary strength, he would have been completely on the ground with the bike on top of him. Luckily for him, however, his wife is basically a (super humble) superhero and I lifted the bike before we both resembled roadkill (*patting self on back*).
The dudes in the truck in front of us- as well as the rapidly growing line behind us- got a good little show. They also got to wait extra long to order/eat because our bike didn't activate the sensor, so after a few moments of awkwardly talking to the machine and receiving only silence in return, I clip-clopped my way to knock on the window. All rather a comedic sight to be sure.
After a delightful little picnic with our music cranked (oh, did I mention we have a fancy shmancy speaker system on our bike?), we safely cycled our way home again.
|Such a sexy eater.|
|We took this one for Fraser and Stefan... a choo choo train!|
|Lowell thought he was soooo sneaky taking a whiz on the side of the highway. teeheehee.|
|My parents (who had the boys) went out for a drive to find us, and snapped this action shot. And the next one.|
My parents threatened to withhold sponsorship until we got our will drawn up. Well, we now have a legal will, so if THAT'S what was holding you back, then you can just go right on ahead and sponsor us now. Right here.
No, but for real. If you feel like this is a ride that you would like to get behind, and help send kiddies to camp who otherwise couldn't afford it... then please do!
Thanks for your support- both prayer and financial!
By the way, this is in no way a race. We look forward to savoring our time on the road, and stopping at every coffee shop along the way. Which reminds me... we're also accepting donations for our personal coffee fund. Haha kidding (sort of). ;)
T minus 5 days until go time and we're getting pretty pumped!!