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| Today's ride was a disaster. The SC2SC route doesn't usually go to Boise so the leaders didn't know what roads would be best to take. Basically, the only 2 options were the interstate or gravel backcountry. They made the call (with the best of intentions) to take the road less traveled by thinking that it would be more safe. Ironically, I've never felt more unsafe on this trip than I did today. I ended up flipping over my handlebars at about mile 10 and rode the next 20 miles to lunch steaming mad. When I got to lunch I immediately pulled one of the leaders aside and told her (as I was in tears) that I was very upset and felt uncomfortable. She gave me the option to cut back to the interstate to finish the ride, which I did. The interstate was paradise comparatively. Even though there was more traffic, the shoulder was at least 8 feet and was extremely smooth and clear of debris. Most of the riders tried to continue on the gravel after lunch but ended up having to turn back and head for the interstate as well after getting lost in the desert. Due to the troubles they faced I ended up at the host first even though I left from lunch last. I'm so thankful that I got out of that wasteland when I did. |
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| I wouldn't consider the road we went on a real road. In fact, I wouldn't even consider it a gravel road. It was more like a bumpy dirt path with rocks. Here, the road is flat and straight but when I flipped over my handlebars it was extremely steep, craggy, and winding. |
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| When I flipped over my handlebars I went straight up into the air in a handstand position and fell first onto my right shoulder and elbow and then onto my knee. Only my knee was scraped up but the real damage feels internal. It is hard for me to fully straighten and fully bend my knee and my elbow. And when I try to pick something up my shoulder screams at me to not. Right after the crash I stood up and called after the people I was riding behind and tried to get them to stop. But because the gravel was so loud they couldn't hear me and kept riding so I was left alone until Kaley and Michele found me. At this point so much adrenaline was coursing through my body that I was shaking uncontrollably. Kaley, probably the nicest, kindest person on our trip, offered me a tissue and some water to clean my knee and asked me if I was okay. It was then that I snapped. I started screaming and crying and cussing. Somewhere in the middle of my tantrum I yelled, "WHAT THE #@$*!?!? I'M NOT A @#%@#^& WAGON WITH HORSES!!!! WHY THE (!#& AM I ON THIS ROAD?!?! THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!!!!". Kaley was probably scared for her life. I'm sorry Kaley... |
The Catty Corner:
Katie: "HEY! TURN! YOU GUYS ARE MISSING THE TURN! YOU GUYS!"
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