The sun arose like any other day in Kremmling, CO, but it was anything but a normal day. Today was a monumental day. Monumental enough to put down in the annals of...the world. It was kind of like (ENTER REALLY IMPORTANT EVENT!!!). Today saw the second reunion of TEAM SAUSAGE!!!
Clad in their most spandexey of spandex, the Team to End All Teams circled up like any other day..but today was anything but a normal day, like I mentioned earlier, pay attention. Today was to be a very difficult day, fraught with peril and other thinks a lot like peril. Rob dedicated his ride to Danny Sussman, hoping that the enthusiasm that he is showing in his fight with cancer would somehow reach him as he climbed through the Rockies.
::dramatic music and drumroll::
The Sausages began the morning with a rousing chant of “Jimmy Dean: Sausage links and patties,” and then started the climb through the mountains. Climbing out of Kremmling, they made their first turn...
Onto a dirt road.
These were trying times for all sausages. Momo's knees continued to hover right on the verge of snapping due to his seeming inability to shift into any lower gear. Seriously man, really? Tom wouldn't shut up about the scenery. The bears (Papa and Uncle Hubie Bear) were their quiet, pensive selves, with PBJ gently muttering and Uncle Hubie blasting Pearl Jam.
Downhills were the most dangerous part. Imagine, if you will, driving over a rumble strip. Now imagine that you are doing that on a bike with no shocks. Now make those rumble strips uneven, on a 7% grade downhill at 30 mph, and with random large rocks in the way. Its kind of like that but worse.
Despite the harsh road conditions, the wurst were treated to some of the most b-e-a-utiful vistas of the entire trip. Breath-taking canyons with miniature railroad and Colorado River (we crossed it today!) winding through the bottom. The scenery started to become more barren, with jagged red rocks and sparse green scruff dominating the views.
With bums totally numb from the morning's dirt road action (which lasted about 30ish miles) and a nice thunderstorm scare (with unsafe fire and boulder (looking at you James)), Sausages reached the bike path that would take them into Glenwood. The path ran adjacent to the raging (totes rage) Colorado River, sandwiched between two 300 ft sheer cliffs on either side (and I-70.) Only a few miles out, a major obstacle: The bike path was closed due to flooding. With little choice in the matter (we couldn't bike on the interstate), we had to ford the river. The water turned out to be only a few inches (read: 6-7) with little current. The real fun was getting everybody's bikes over the 12 foot high chain link fence on the other side. The sausages also took delight in watching Ondrej try (and succeed...) in fitting through a hole in the fence really not meant for a man of his size.
The hot springs people wouldn't let us in, which caused much displeasure. But a team SAUSAGE day without any flats? Was that mentioned yet? No flats? BOOSH! What a day.
No flats! -- Rob out --
Clad in their most spandexey of spandex, the Team to End All Teams circled up like any other day..but today was anything but a normal day, like I mentioned earlier, pay attention. Today was to be a very difficult day, fraught with peril and other thinks a lot like peril. Rob dedicated his ride to Danny Sussman, hoping that the enthusiasm that he is showing in his fight with cancer would somehow reach him as he climbed through the Rockies.
::dramatic music and drumroll::
The Sausages began the morning with a rousing chant of “Jimmy Dean: Sausage links and patties,” and then started the climb through the mountains. Climbing out of Kremmling, they made their first turn...
Onto a dirt road.
These were trying times for all sausages. Momo's knees continued to hover right on the verge of snapping due to his seeming inability to shift into any lower gear. Seriously man, really? Tom wouldn't shut up about the scenery. The bears (Papa and Uncle Hubie Bear) were their quiet, pensive selves, with PBJ gently muttering and Uncle Hubie blasting Pearl Jam.
Downhills were the most dangerous part. Imagine, if you will, driving over a rumble strip. Now imagine that you are doing that on a bike with no shocks. Now make those rumble strips uneven, on a 7% grade downhill at 30 mph, and with random large rocks in the way. Its kind of like that but worse.
Despite the harsh road conditions, the wurst were treated to some of the most b-e-a-utiful vistas of the entire trip. Breath-taking canyons with miniature railroad and Colorado River (we crossed it today!) winding through the bottom. The scenery started to become more barren, with jagged red rocks and sparse green scruff dominating the views.
With bums totally numb from the morning's dirt road action (which lasted about 30ish miles) and a nice thunderstorm scare (with unsafe fire and boulder (looking at you James)), Sausages reached the bike path that would take them into Glenwood. The path ran adjacent to the raging (totes rage) Colorado River, sandwiched between two 300 ft sheer cliffs on either side (and I-70.) Only a few miles out, a major obstacle: The bike path was closed due to flooding. With little choice in the matter (we couldn't bike on the interstate), we had to ford the river. The water turned out to be only a few inches (read: 6-7) with little current. The real fun was getting everybody's bikes over the 12 foot high chain link fence on the other side. The sausages also took delight in watching Ondrej try (and succeed...) in fitting through a hole in the fence really not meant for a man of his size.
The hot springs people wouldn't let us in, which caused much displeasure. But a team SAUSAGE day without any flats? Was that mentioned yet? No flats? BOOSH! What a day.
No flats! -- Rob out --
1 comment:
Wow, Rob! Such adventure! Congratulations to you and all our best to the wurst for a great flat-less day. Much love from your Rents and Bro
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