Could sound like the worst ride ever but after you’re soaked you’re as wet as you’re going to get. 97 miles of solid, unending rain. Started out interesting because just as left Ulm riding along the Danube I could hear the pounding of a drum and people counting frantically. I knew that sound since I had rowed in a Dragon Boat Race and here was one on the Danube. Really fun to watch for a while, in the rain.
The most difficult thing about the rain is it’s hard to see. The majority of the day is on bike paths but when in traffic it’s tricky. There are 13 riders, 3 of which wisely chose to do the trip in the dry van. One dropped out half way and got in the van. I was in a group of 5 which is unusual for me, I usually ride alone but it was easier when we got off course (lost) to find our way back. Polo, in our group broke a spoke so he had to be picked up. So now we’re down to 8 riders when we hear that Maxwell broke his bike in half but is ok. What does this mean, I’ve never seen a bike broken in half but now I have. He was evidently turning on to a bike path and ran into one of the posts. Can’t believe he didn’t have a scratch but the bike certainly didn’t fair well. Seven riders did make the entire 97 miles. Think maybe the first three were the smartest.
Seven of us went out for dinner and celebrated
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