1 MAN, 1 MISSION - RIDE 67 MILES... or DIE TRYING!
It’s that time of year again in Phoenix, Arizona.
With temps well into triple digits (114 degrees today!) - it feels hot enough to melt your face off (think Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom) plus no rain in sight - we should all be sipping Mai Tai’s by the pool.
Instead, I think to myself (in no small fit of lunacy):
"Why not do a 67 mile Mountain Bike Ride... in August?!”
And so - come August 4th - I’ll be hauling my 51 year old carcass up to Flagstaff, hopping on my bike and taking a little spin to... (dramatic music plays)
There will be dirt, there will be rock, there will be mud!
Nay, mountains! HUGE MOUNTAINS at lung busting elevations –and- all standing betwixt myself and an ever recedingt horizon.
“Why,” might you ask, “Adam, would you do such a thing?!”
Honestly - all drama and masochism aside – this one’s a no-brainer. Why?