Today is all about...
Yes, the Ozark Hills have decided to kill me. They are hot, humid and hilly as FUCK (pardon my French). The grades are so steep that I am not able to change my gears quick enough and am constantly anxious about my front wheel flipping backwards on me. On tops, I sweat so much, I basically stick to myself.
When I’m just about to collapse and freaking drop it all, a car slows down and a guy sticks his head over the roof:
“Wow, you are some tough woman. I could never do what you are doing.”
“Ah, thanks. Don’t know whether I’m tough though... some people simply call it crazy.”
“Seriously, ma’am, I admire you. I love you. Can I give you a ride? Some water? Food?”
“You know what, I’m a cyclist: I NEVER say ‘no’ to food.”
Chip gives me a rendez-vous two hills down the road. I pull over at the agreed spot and he comes out of his car with some serious dinner and beers…! Trail magic, people!!! I’m telling you!