This weekend was a kid-free one and I planned a long ride up to Lake Solano and back--all in one day, 100 miles exactly if I took the American River Parkway, a bit out of my way. I had the support of my sweet boyfriend, K., who had just finished his 3rd century+ of over 130 miles at an average speed of 17mph. My goal was more modest: 100 miles and be home before dark. Slow and steady, just keep moving forward, that's my bicycling mantra. I might not be very fast but I can keep going.
The first exciting unexpected event happened just out of West Sac when the HaD's crankarm became loose. I'd recent lost all my bike tools and we had been riding without any tools, especially an allen key that would have fit a crankarm bolt. We checked our options and sadly, the newly opened West Sac Edible Pedal wasn't going to open for another hour so we found the right size tool at Home Depot, tightened it back down and we we're back on the road.
Because of our delay and the fact that we were feeling good, we decided to skip a Davis stop and continue on to Winters where our lunch at Steady Eddy's was planned. We looped up around past Lake So,lano first and I was starving by the time we reached it. 53 miles down and it was 11:45am, hot out already. Lunch was amazing, of course. Getting back on the bike afterward was not.
We lucked out by not having much of a headwind in either direction. It was gusty at times but nothing that wasn't manageable. We made a couple extra short stops to snack and refill our bottles. The Hydroflask bottles kept some of the water cool while the water in my bottle cage could have brewed tea by midday.
Arriving back in Sacramento put us about 10 miles short of our goal so we rode back up the American River Parkway to Sac State and back down to midtown for dinner at Burgers & Brew. Every part of my body hurt. My elbows, my hands, my legs, and especially my butt. I had worn my one pair of chamois shorts but nothing could have helped. Ouch!
I had a root beer float and a chili cheeseburger. Food is so yummy! I was terribly sad to have to get back on the bike for the final three miles home after dinner. One last stop for beer and Three Musketeer bars to end the ride.