I skipped work last Thursday to ride the Vandalia bike trail with my dad. It’s a 30 mile trip and I learned a few things about my bike, my dad and myself.
My bike: I built her up for city riding, and that’s exactly what she’s good for. Riding a single speed with tight fitting fenders on wet gravel and grass for 30 miles is terrible. I need to look into a cyclocross bike if I’m going to keep considering bike camping / longer rides.
My dad: My dad’s a badass. He’s 56 and rode the entire trip under the same conditions I did. It’s incredible.
Myself: I should’ve brought more water. It was nearly ninety degrees with 80%+ humidity. For the last 6 or 7 miles, we would stop every quarter mile and rest for several minutes. For the last hour, my head was pounding so hard that I thought I was going to have a heat stroke. It was through a combination of sheer stubbornness and the fact that I couldn’t quit until I reached the truck that I was able to complete the ride.
All that being said, it was still an enormously fun day with my dad. I don’t get enough of them anymore.