It was 92 degrees when I started this ill-advised bicycle trip, and 95 when I got back. Only about ten miles, and I had plenty of water (and ice!) but it was hard going. The new kevlar-lined tires worked fine. Stopped under a shade tree, rested and downed an icy cold soft drink, then headed home.Last week this bike and I were touring the wilds of the Monon Trail in deepest, darkest Broadripple. Around here, though, you make the best of the sidewalks and parking lots.
Yep, this time of the year you have to be careful and stay hydrated!
ReplyDeleteYikes!
ReplyDeleteIt's no consolation, but it is just as hot here in Indy. Ghastly!