Part II: RAGBRAI Ride Across Iowa - Heat, Hills and More

Continued...

Day 2: Cherokee to Lakeview (62 miles)

I had a fairly early start, around 7.00 am.  The organizers were being nice by slowly cranking up the distances every day.  The route started to take us due south, and into a bit of a headwind, but otherwise it was a nice day's cycling, not too hilly, and I made good progress, stopping at most of the towns for just a quick snack.  I also made sure I rode under every hose and sprinkler I could find as the temperatures rose.  By around mid-day, when I rode through the last town, it was getting really hot - the temperature coming off the pavement was around 110 deg F.

Iowan sunrise

When I got to the campsite, it was scorchingly hot, and, unlike the first night, there was no tree cover.  The first thing I did was jump into a nearby lake to cool off.  I stayed in there for about 45 minutes, trying to find the colder currents, feeling really good about finishing the cycling early and still feeling fresh.  After this, I came back to the group's rest area (a.k.a 'pamper zone' - area shaded with canvas, camping chairs, cold drinks, snacks), and sat down for a bit, planning on waiting out the heat before going into town to get some dinner.  This was one of the hardest things about the ride - there was no escaping the heat.  It would have been much easier if I'd been able to go into a nice air-conditioned hotel room to properly cool off.

And this is where my scariest moment of the week occurred.  I had a nap, but when I woke up, I felt dizzy and thought I was going to pass out.  Even in the shade, it was probably still in the 90's, with no breeze.   I got up, walked behind a truck for more shade, and wondered if I should ask someone to call for an ambulance.  Some people had found a hose and were having showers with it, so I borrowed that to cool off.  Then I decided to cycle into town and find somewhere to cool down.

When I went into the town's supermarket, it was still stiflingly hot and humid; all the cyclists were talking about how hard the heat was, and some were talking of bailing the next day.  I began to get spooked and wondered if I would make it, as there were another 2 days of really bad heat to go before things started to cool off.  When I signed up for this ride, the idea wasn't to suffer, it was to have an enjoyable week touring around, so I began to question if I even wanted to finish it.  

Then I found the small public library of the town, and it was CRAMMED full of cyclists, everywhere, sitting on at the tables, sitting, lying on the floor, sleeping..it conjured up images of how public buildings would be used to house people in the event of a nuclear fall-out or some kind of terrible natural disaster.  I napped again in the library, and stayed there until closing, at 8.00 pm. 

After, I bought a couple of slices of pizza, then came back to the campsite.  I spoke to Rachel and told her about my doubts about finishing the ride.  She told me I'd be disappointed if I didn't finish it, which I knew in the back of my head, so I decided to take it one day at a time, give it a go the next day, and take it from there.

Day 3: Lakeview to Webster City (81 miles)

I had my earliest start yet, around 4.30 am, and started riding in complete darkness, but with hundreds of other cyclists hoping to beat the worst of the heat, by 5.00 am.

The first couple of hours of cycling in the day throughout the week were definitely the best.  You could cycle through the cool morning air and watch a beautiful sunrise over the fields.  Even though I knew I had another tough day's cycling ahead, I did my best to savour these moments.

6.00 am breakfast stop.

I also tried to feed off the amazingly fun and positive spirit of the other riders.  During the week, I saw the most incredible array of bikes imaginable.  Road bikes, mountain bikes, touring bikes, tandems, you name it.  On the Tuesday morning, I couldn't quite believe it when I saw a man dressed as a banana, cycling along in a recumbant..banana.  Later on that morning, I saw a unicyclist, who I noticed also had a unicycle tattoo.  That's pretty hardcore.  Today was an 80 mile day, with an optional 20 miles to make it a century (which I decided after about .01 seconds of careful consideration I wasn't going to do), but he was doing all 100 - which he said would probably take him about 10 hours in total.   

Man peddling in a banana

By afternoon the ride was getting quite hard; we were riding on an exposed ridge, with a headwind of what I found out later was gusting up to 20 mph.  The advantage of riding with hundreds of other people is that there are opportunities for drafting, which is what I did, but, for the times when I was riding by myself, the riding was draining.    Whatsmore, I was starting to get saddle sore, and was realising that my tri bike wasn't made to be a touring bike.  The saddle may have been made for speed, but I was finding out the hard way that it wasn't made for comfort.

By the time I got to the host town, Webster City, I was pretty toasted.  I spent the rest of the afternoon sheltering from the heat in the cool and quirky Webster City museum.  It was over 100 degrees again and humid; sweltering hot.  Then, staying in the shade where possible, I found a church with some fellow riders that was doing a huge pasta dinner for $10, did some laundry, and then came back to the site.  By 10.00 pm I was ready to crash.

Day 4:  Webster City to Marshalltown (77 miles)

This was the day when the saddle soreness started to catch up with me.  Right from the moment of getting on the bike first thing in the morning, my backside was really painful; it felt like it had been attacked with a potato peeler, and the saddle dipped in vinegar.    I even tried stuffing a t-shirt down my cycling shorts for extra padding, but nothing seemed to help.  

The day was definitely a big mental challenge.  I started to break the distance down, just focusing on getting up to 10 miles, then 25 - nearly a third of the way through, 38 - half way, etc, all the time.  I do this during marathons and the mental games playing tricks on your body really helps.  I was also encouraged by other riders.   At one stage in the morning, the pain from my posterior was getting so bad I thought I'd have to stop, when just at that moment, I passed a dad with two young sons, who shouted out loudly:  "now there's a real man - cycling with one leg".   Bouyed up, I pushed on - no chance that I was going to stop in front of them.

Throughout the ride, people were only complementary about my leg.  I started out maybe a little self-concious, but found I had no need to be.   However, some would have been even more impressed if I was an army veteran, as illustrated by the conversation I had with one elderly rider:

Medicine Man Injury of the day: Tendonitis (didn't try him).

"How did you lose your leg?  Armed forces?"  Me:  "No, from birth..".  Rider (look of disappointment coming over his face):  "Oh...I thought you were one of our brave heroes.."  In the most anticlimactic way a conversation could end, he then mumbled something about how it was great what I was doing anyway, and thats where our chat petered out.

By the end of the day, my backside was in excruciating pain, and I thought I'd ridden my last day.  There was no way I could carry on being that sore.  I have an additional disadvantage in that I'm not able to stand up on my bike, to relieve the pain.  Still, I thought, I'd given it a good effort, so, with my spirits relatively high, I went into town with a new friend I'd met on the ride, Rob, had a Chinese meal, and went back to campsite for another early night.  My plan for the next day though was to get up late, ride to the first town, and then pick up the support vehicle to take me to the next overnight town. 


To be Continued..