We also followed our Overzealousdisclosure's advice and went here for chocolate pie (hey, we are riding tomorrow, alright?) and to hear "amazing karaoke". Umm, not so much. I'll have it stated for the record that I took two bites of said chocolate pie and decided it was not worth it. Oh, it wasn't inedible - it was pudding in a storebought crust with some whipped cream on top - but it wasn't near good enough to bust the budget on. And the karaoke? Bawling calves in a hail storm. Me thinks the trip@dvisor's reviews might not be "authentic". When you see reviews from folks who only have given that one review, that's a red flag. Still, it was a great evening. We walked home to the hotel on the boardwalk and saw that amazing full moon over the lake. It doesn't get much better than that!
Talia decided that we would ride out bikes from our hotel to the starting spot to get in some extra miles, as we were only doing the 20, and that proved to be the right decision. However, we sort of just arrived and then started the ride - so we didn't see or get the opportunity to visit with other folks. This ride was uphill for 15 miles, seriously. With one really killer hill - which we've named The Spanish Inquisition - because it came upon us so quickly and we weren't expecting it AT ALL. We turned this corner and there were cyclists off their bikes, going in all directions, and they were fit cyclists, too. It was alarming. I don't really know why we made the decision to go for it, when so many others were bailing, but we did. I damned near got ran over by a SAG vehicle at the apex of the sumbitch. It was, without a doubt, the steepest hill I've ever climbed. But we both made it - but I think I might have turned one of my lungs inside out.
And then we got to climb some more. We finally reached the peak and there were some serious downhill twisties. Never done those before. That part was kind of scary, in that we were riding on sun-dappled roads, so I couldn't really see what was awaiting in the shady bits, plus the descent was on a road with houses and dogs and kids that could come out of any place at any time. I was glad to be through with that part of it - but we pretty much descended for the final five miles of the official ride. This ride probably won't go into the "I can't wait to do this again next year" category - for a variety of reasons.
Both Talia and I arrived feeling crabby and irritable and left all zen-like and wobbly-legged. We also made a pact to stay off FB for the month of August. I think I'll leave off pinterest, too. Email and blogging only for me.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Keep pedaling.