Today was probably the most miserable bike ride I've ever taken.
It reminded me of running the Houston marathon the year it sleeted,
only there weren't 3000 other idiots suffering with me. It was in
the low 30's with about a 25 mph wind. For the first 30 miles it
was a crosswind, but it rained on me. For the last 18 miles I was
headed straight into it, and I could barely move, struggled to make 7-8
mph. I caught snow flurries during that stretch. It
wouldn't take too many days like today for me to pack it in.
Since I had my rain gear covering the bike bags I couldn't take any
pictures during the ride (there wasn't much to see anyway). Above
are some pictures from my destination, Vega (pop. 936). It's on
the old route 66. The last is for my friend Adrian, if he wants
to visit the town in Texas named after him, go to Vega and take a left.
