the need for speed
So we have been in Utah for awhile, and while thr southern portion of the state has been relatively devoid of such necessities as grocery stores and showers, it has been chock full of big hills! This has lead to the breaking of many personal speed records over the past week. The highest I’ve heard recorded was 58 mph, which I’m pretty sure was a clear violation of the speed limit in that area (which of course begs the question: can you get a speeding ticket on your bike?) anyway, while most of us love flying down the hills, everyone here knows that I in fact hate the descent. It’s been that way as long as I can remember, which my long time cyctling buddy, my dad, can attest to. While we may grind it up the hills together, when it comes to the downhill, he goes bombing down, no brakes without a care in the world, as I watch enviously as he goes by. In fact many times I’ve thought of how much fun he would have flying down the peaks of Utah. So, since this trip is all about challenges, the last few days I’ve challenged myself to pretend I’m back in NJ chasing him down the hills. So far it’s worked: my highest speed has gone from around 20 before this trip to 38 mph. So Dad, here’s my challenge for you: when I get home let’s race down that big hill off of Mountain Blvd, and if I win, we’ll get you clipless pedals to go on your new bike 