photo by Blake of the Bluffs
"Birthday" Redemske warned me that I'd face some traffic on the Old Lincoln, and I did: a red pickup full of teenage yahoos tossed something at me as they sped by, and two white pickups buzzed me. Evidently these motorists were in too much of a hurry to wait for oncoming traffic to pass, so they passed me at 55 without moving left AT ALL.
Why is it always pickups? 90% of my interactions with hostile drivers have been with guys driving pickups. Do I notice them because of their size--a larger and louder vehicle makes more of an impression--or is it the habits of the drivers? Do people who think they own the road tend to buy and drive pickups? Does the size of a pickup create a sense of entitlement? Do the gas bills drive the drivers crazy at the sight of someone traveling for free?
Of course, many drivers of pickups are courteous. But most of the cowardly jackasses who have nothing better to do than harass cyclists from the safety of their two-ton vehicles are driving pickups.
My Aunt Sandye swears that the size of a man's car is in inverse proportion to the size of his junk, and my old friend and teammate Amy Mackey, a Lieutenant in the U.S. Marine Corps, used to yell at aggressive drivers, "Nice truck! Sorry about your penis!"
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Next topic: sweat rates, dehydration, and post-exercise hypotension. Yesterday, I rode:
- 2.75 hours at base pace, or LE / Zone 2;
- It was 89 degrees when I got home;
- I drank 4 bottles of Gatorade, or 96 ounces, two of which were spiked with Endurolytes;
- I ate two gels;
- I felt NO bonk symptoms;I was fatigued, but not crashing from low glucose levels.
- noticed that I'd lost FOUR POUNDS! FOUR?!
- experienced severe dizziness after getting up from a seated or prone position.
My math indicates that I consumed over 1200 mg of sodium on my ride, but that I'd need another 96 ounces to offset dehydration. That's 8 bottles in 3 hours. How to carry all that? Any ideas on hydration / nutrition?