The Tour of Lake Mead was this morning. Formerly called the “hangover ride”, it’s a fully police supported 24mi “down and back” to the visitors center or some place in the park down the hill. I wouldn’t really know - I didn’t have time to look. The “tour” started fast from the gun. I talked to a couple familiar faces who all said to “stay at the front” because there were plenty of bozo’s nursing hangovers and late nights. One guy also offered up $100 cash to the “winner”, but it sounded more joking than legit.
I don’t wear cycling shoes when I commute – carrying a 2nd pair of shoes just to ride my bike seems a bit silly. I’m also just vein enough to really despise running shoes. Unfortunately for me, weak arches demand strong support and ever since they started jacking up the sensitivity on the magnetometers at the airport it’s very hard to find a pair of shoes with a steel shank. Enter the Patagonia Huckleberry – shoes with a steel shank. Not only that: they’ve done some toe-box magic to make it roomy without being boulbous (fits in toe-clips!); there’s a teeny tiny bit of eco-goodness in the shoe construction (30% recycled rubber, etc), and they come in bike hugger approved green.
I wouldn’t mind riding cleated shoes, if I could find something I could reasonably wear through the day and that didn’t look like I’d left the rest of my superhero outfit at home. What are y’all wearing on your rides?
Leaving Brest the weather was great. Bright sunshine, about 70 degrees, a little tailwind. Although the first stretch out of Brest is uphill, back over Roc Trezevel, I was feeling a lot better about riding back to Paris than I had been the day before. Aside from the weather, there were plenty of fellow riders on the road, a big change from the night before. It seemed like my luck had changed, and I even started wondering if I should stop and get some sunscreen. Unfortunately, the weather only held for few hours.