The two of us climbed to the peak and reached Scotty's Castle together. Apparently, the food had reached Scotty's Castle five minutes before our arrival. Everyone knew Jeff (the other rider) and cheered him on as he filled his bottle, grabbed some food and took off for his 140-mile remaining. At this point I had to make a decision. Do I wait for other Century riders to reach Scotty's or do I ride the next 54-miles all by myself??? Well, I had worked pretty hard to get this gap... I better acknowledge my work by keeping this lead. So, I grabbed some electrolyte pills, filled the bottles and jumped back on the bike! 54-miles down, 54-miles to go! The first 15-miles were all down hill. Now, let me explain "Down Hill" in Death Valley. I could ride down the steepest descent and still had to pedal in order to keep my speed. I could keep it in my 53x11, but I was pushing, seriously pushing. As I descended I rode by all of the riders pushing to get to Scotty's. I literally told every single rider, "Good Job!, Looking Good!" I could tell that everyone appreciated my encouraging words and I saw lots of fingers representing #1 and lots and lots of smiles. I was feeling good. I saw Schmide, Matt and Larry all pushing their monstrous legs up the hill. They all looked good and strong. Eventually, I passed all of the riders and was left with nothing to distract me from myself and my pain. Here I was, in the middle of the desert, by myself, no pump (PLEASE, NO FLATS), cramping thighs and the balls of my feet were one gigantic ball of spasm. Throughout my final 54-miles I had to unclip one foot at a time from my pedal to stretch out the cramps in the bottom of my foot. I would pedal 20-rotations per foot with the non-pedaling foot stretching out the spasms. In order to refresh my legs. I would get out of the saddle for 20-pedal strokes, then sit and spin for 30, then back up again. I had to keep changing my positioning in order to prevent additional cramping/spasms and to reduce the already existing pain. I also had no pump and had seen several riders with flats. I was going to die if I were to get a flat and had to wait for the next rider to give me a pump. I avoided pot-holes and anything else that could lead to a possible flat. "No Flats! No Flats!!", I continued to tell myself. I had no watch, odometer, speedometer or any such computer. I had no idea how much further to the next feed station (17-miles remaining), my heart rate, or how long I had been on the bike. Maybe in this case ignorance was bliss. However, I REALLY wanted to know how much further I had until my next feed station. I needed water bad and I could feel a bonk coming on. I ate a couple of Clif Bars and conservatively sipped my water bottles. I refused to ever let both of my bottles hit empty without knowing when the next feed station would surface. I finally hit the final feed station! 17-miles to go! A little pee, filled up the bottles, electrolytes, back on the the bike. 17-miles, that is not a long distance. However, in Death Valley every mile is twice as long as a mile any where else in the country. You see, you can see the entire mile, or two miles, or three miles, or four miles of road. The road just goes on and on and on and on. There is never anything or any end in sight. It is a visual virtual hell. It is so much more refreshing to not see how much further you have to ride in comparison to knowing that you have to ride for what looks like forever and forever without an end. However, I just reminded myself how much I was looking forward to this trip and the ability to ride in the desert all by myself. I began looking around and taking in the environment. There were so many landmarks that I did not notice on the way out. There was not another rider in sight and I simply sat up and began enjoying the world around me (man, I am such a hippie). I finally arrived at the Start/Finish. There were about 5 people sitting around. Initially, they did not think that I was part of the ride. However, once they saw my number they began cheering me on. My finishing time was 5:40. I beat my goal that Larry set for me! I filled up my bottles and sat in the shade and began wondering what I would do with myself until the rest of the Mice arrived. I did not want to go back to the campsite b/c it would be sooo hot. But I also did not want to sit in this gross kit. I kicked it in the shade for about 30-minutes and then rode back to the site to clean up and get my camera and food to prepare for the arrival of all the mice. After a little baby-wipe birdbath, I got back on my bike and rode back to the Start/Finish. I sat around and drank cool water (in comparison to the scorching hot water at our campsite). Just as I began to get comfortable, Schmide came thundering in to the Start/Finish! He had an excellent time and finished with a 9th place time!!! I got his picture, got him some cold water and a little Dr. Pepper, and put him in the shade. We hydrated and waited for the next Mouse. A while later, Matt came cruising to the Finish. Wait a second, this guy was riding the Double, what is he doing back? Apparently, Matt had stomach issues and figured he would cut his ride short and only ride 160-miles, wimp ;) The three of us sat around and shared war stories and watched the salt flats erupt all over our faces. We were waiting for the L-Train to come roaring into the Finish at any moment. Then, suddenly out of nowhere, Larry came screaming into the Finish. This man must have been made of steel b/c he just kept riding around. "Get off your bike, Larry", we all shouted. Finally, this endurance rider got off his bike and we got him all set up with cool water and cokes. The four of us took our time and hung around for as long as possible. We waited, and waited, and waited for James to arrive. However, James was literally stopping to smell the flowers, literally, every single flower that had braved the death-like conditions and pushed to bloom in even the harshest of climates ;) The four of us rolled back to camp to find the warmest welcoming wagon. Rob had set up a homemade massage table and Ray was working hard over the stove. Rob pushed our pain to the back of our minds and Ray cooked up one of the best meals that I have ever eaten. Rob and Ray provided the most outstanding support! The rest of the evening involved erupting flames and the genius of a mad pyrotechnic scientist and the surfacing of his supporting accomplice!
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