Greetings People
Another bike journal from the bike event that made me want to write about what I do
Greetings Goofball-ers' & Friends
Introduction
In case you are joining me for the first time I want to bid you welcome to a story that is true to my heart. For you veteran readers, enjoy another year with me. This is the fourth year and the fourth story that I have written about my adventures with The Courage Classic Tour. I am writing mostly to a new audience and to some who have been with me from the start four years ago. Well, as I usually tell you, grab a cup of lemonade, a glass of Sun tea, or a bottle of beer and let us begin the epic...
Saturday, July 21, 2001 Leadville, Colorado - Elevation 10,040
Day One:
As Daryl looks outside the truck window, he can not help to reflect on how much he has been looking forward to returning to Leadville and see the Start / Finish line once more.
The mornings are always beautiful in the Rocky Mountains. Not a cloud in the sky, the morning already warming up to the sun. The town of Leadville is where Daryl began his biking career four years ago, officially that is. The combination of being in Leadville and participating in the Courage Classic brings such a feeling that he could not describe to anyone. Or maybe he wants to have that feeling just for himself. If you want my opinion the answer is the latter. Having that for himself is nothing new, but this is one thing that he will not share. He discovered this amazing feeling four years ago and only by accident. Yes, he has shared his feelings in the past, but not all of his feelings with the Courage Classic tour.
Leadville High School has been the start and finish line for the Courage Classic the past five years and never ceases to overwhelm him year after year. He has touched every feeling possible in Leadville for the past four years and to lengthen the odds, he's only been in Leadville a total of ten days over the four years. He's been pissed off at some volunteers, he has cried at the finished line Barbeque, he's gotten the warmest feeling seeing his friends once again, he also has wondered about the future staring out towards the West. And yes, he's even gotten scared, scared about not returning to Leadville. To his amazement with all of these feelings he cherishes everyone. No matter how irrelevant the feeling might be.
His parents have joined him once again for the second time in Leadville along with Heidi for the first time. This will be Heidi's third official bike tour and she does not mind at all. He has supported Daryl in everyone tour as Daryl has made sure Heidi was doing great for each tour
While his parents were at the Start / Finish line, Daryl had to check in at registration. He was required to watch a safety video before proceeding to registration. After the informative video, he went to turn in the required monies/pledges. He got his bag of goodies, then headed toward the awards table. The awards table this year is what Daryl was especially looking forward to. This year, well for his fourth year in participating, he was going to get a either a Bike Jersey or Polo shirt and a Water bottle for free. That was one of a many things that he loves about the Courage Classic - award levels according to how many times you have ridden. He chose the Bike jersey. What a jersey and this jersey is more special, because on the arm of the jersey it indicates that he is a Club Courage rider (4th yr.) and that tells that he earned this jersey and not just bought the jersey at the merchandise table.
After labeling his camping gear, which once again consists of a water bed liner and two comforters and two bags, he headed off to find his parents. He still had his street clothes on and he need to change into his biking gear. He found the port o potties, which by the way are non-discriminating. (MS 150 discriminates against high pledge's and low pledge's) While waiting in the port o potty line, Daryl looked everywhere for his familiar friends that he sees only three times a year. He also looked for any other familiar faces, but did not see any. After changing into his yellow devil, Tour Diablo jersey, and his worn out bike shorts, and the creme de la creme - his helmet and bike fanny pack, he found his dad and asked him if he wanted to get some coffee while he got some breakfast. He said yes.
Walking to the breakfast tent, Daryl was already getting the stares, the pointing, the laughing, the smiles, and the talk about him. He was a sight to behold readers. He had his awesome legs on display, a nice deep tan, and a cute smile, but what almost everyone was eyeing was Bart (Simpson) on his Fanny pack and Watto (Phantom Menace), Burt (of Burt & Ernie) & Britney (Spears) on top of his biking helmet. Most readers know that Daryl never seeks attention, but only if they could see him now. You can bet some of those readers would see a side of Daryl that they never knew existed.
After swallowing some grapes and a couple cookies for breakfast, him and his Dad headed over the Start / Finish line where his mother was watching the other bike riders leave. The time was just about 8 AM and the majority of the riders have left and now the riders that were left were leaving sporadically. While standing at his destiny, to use a word from the eighties, he was feeling awesome. His Mom and Dad were getting pictures of him and Heidi at the Starting line.
While posing and getting ready to leave a woman made a comment about his biking gear. He was speechless, and felt sort of embarrassed. Why? Well... dunno. After a few seconds she then asked what was in his biking bag. Then, Daryl's sarcastic side came out. He told her that he had margaritas and drugs in the bag and if she wanted any she would have to find him at the campground. Well, she sort of blinked a surprised looked, then she asked... errr made another comment that he must be a hard core rider judging from his biking shorts (Daryl's biking shorts were in threads!). He gave her a smile and nodded his head in acknowledgment.
This year Daryl did not forget the batteries to his Walkman, but for the first day he decided against wearing them. What came over him was that he wanted to hear the world around him. Of course, he wanted the tunes, but just did not need them like in the past years.
Daryl said bye to his parents and to show up after 11:30 on Monday and left the Starting line alone. Once again he was alone and ready to start the ride of his year. Today's agenda was 57 miles of riding with the option of riding up to 115 miles. He had no clue to what he wanted to do, but he had sort of a goal in the back of his mind.
Mile 2 - He started to get choked up about being on the Courage Classic once again. Motobecane was not here this year and he really wanted to ride that bike. Everyone knows him and that bike could not be separated for the life of them, one might say that they were like peas and carrots. This year he wanted to have fun and more importantly - he did not want three fucking days of rain. Yes, that is how bad he did not want it to rain.
Mile 4.3 - He caught up to the woman who made those comments at the starting line. Of course, he did not recognize her, but she sure recognized him. How could anyone not recognize Daryl out on the bike course with Heidi. She said hi once again and I think he said hi back. After following her for about 50 yards he decided to pass her and her friend and get ready for the Tennessee Pass.
As he passed her, he heard her say that she was right behind him.
Mile 6 - He looked behind him and saw nothing. No sign of her and nobody was following. Alone once again and the time to begin the climb and shine was here
Mile 10 - Aid Station - Tennessee Pass - The climb to Tennessee Pass from Leadville is not really a climb, but never-the-less, it is considered a Pass. On his way to the top, he passed numerous riders and no rider passed him. He caught up to the back of the main pack that left the starting line before him. He saw a few Team Courage Riders, young riders, and riders of different varieties. At the Aid Station he decided to stop and go get some attention. Daryl walked to the port-o-potties, then headed over to the snack table and grabbed some oranges. He got the laughs and heard the talk about him and even saw some huge smiles.
You could ask him if he was ever embarrassed about his attire, but he would say no. No. Daryl does this to get attention, but more importantly he realizes that he wants the children to see something unusual and/or familiar and make them in awe. Children in awe mean a lot to Daryl and much more than be described on paper.
Mile 18 - Aid Station - Camp Hale - This Aid Station was on the descent and was not a stop that he needed to make. Sure, time a small factor in the decision of not stopping, but he did not want to
lose the momentum of the speed going down the mountain.
Mile 23 - Picture Time - He was with small group of riders and picture time was upon them. He slowed down and put some space between him and the other riders around him. Flash of the bulb and he was caught on film. Raising one hand in an "Oh yeah" posture and then headed for Battle Mountain.
Battle Mountain is a battle to climb, but coming from Leadville the climb is not as bad. Battle Mountain was something Daryl saw four years ago and was sort of frighten of in the beginning. Going up Battle Mountain from the town of Minturn is tough. To put things in perspective, going up Battle Mountain from Minturn is about 2000 feet of climbing, while climbing up Battle Mountain coming from Leadville you only have 1000 feet of climbing.
Mile 26 - Summit of Battle Mountain - As per his ritual, he does not stop at the summit as the other riders do. Don’t ask him why. He knows his answer, but he does not want to see the look you would give him if you heard his answer. So, he gets ready for his descent and this year he will not have to act like Fred Flinstone going down Battle Mountain.
He was flying down the mountain at an incredible speed with Heidi. Not an inch of fear and the patience of an Angel shark. He checked periodically behind him to make sure that no vehicle was coming up. He had his hands on the brakes, but did not use the brakes until he caught up to some cars in front of him.
Mile 34 - Option Start - 10:49 AM - The option start had closed, but he asked if it was OK to go on. He said yes and took off. He knew there was 100 miles somewhere, but he did not know the bike route for the option. He should of checked.
Mile 40 - He heard yelling from a rider coming toward him, but did not know why and nor did Daryl look back to see what it was about. Focus and speed was what he concentrated on. He knew there were four riders behind him and he knew that he did not want to be the last rider. Yet, with the Courage Classic that is not a bad thing at all in his eyes.
Mile 48 - Hwy. 131/ Walcott - He saw a climb that looked ugly, but short. He also saw many riders coming down from the hill. He wanted to be on the return trip with those riders, but he knew in order to do that he had to get to the turn around at State Bridge.
Mile 51 - He was wondering how far was the State Bridge and then he saw the sign - 11 miles to go. 11 Miles to go! That was going to be tough for him. Sure he was getting tired, but more importantly he knew he was getting farther and farther away from the option start. Riders were also becoming more and more scarce. That was not good.
Mile 56 - A bike rider standing on the median caught his attention on his ascent. He looked in trouble so he asked him if he alright. The rider, John, I think, was his name, asked if Daryl had a pump. Why of course. John told him that he was the only rider that had stopped to ask him if he was okay. They conversed a bit while John fixed his bike tire. While all that was going on Daryl knew time was diminishing away. Sure he wanted to go, but he then remembered that he would not be here for not caring people.
Mile 58 - The top - John had said that Daryl would be rewarded with a "screaming" descent to State Bridge, but just remember that he would have to bike climb that monster.
Man o' man Daryl was coasting down to State Bridge. A four mile descent of 1300 ft. He saw a few other riders climbing up, but Daryl was wondering when he would reach the bottom of the hill.
Mile 62 - Aid Station - State Bridge - A bridge, a bar, and a kayak place. That was basically the place. Daryl got some water and then ate lunch with the volunteers of that Aid Station. They asked him if he rode. "Oh yeah" and then proceeded to tell them of his accomplishments the past few years. Five minutes later, Daryl knew he had to go. The bitch of a climb, since HeartBreak Hill, was waiting.
Mile 64 - Halfway Sign - Daryl was on the look out for this one sign, since he saw and knew this was the halfway mark of the descent/ascent. Damn, the climb was tough and only four riders were left behind him.
Mile 65.5 - He had to get off Heidi. Sure he did not want to get off, but he really needed a rest. He walked while resting, just in case that if he did stop he might cramp up in his thighs.
Mile 66 - Summit - Yes, Daryl did and then opened the can of Coca Cola he had been saving to drink at the right time. He needed to replenish his glucose level and a can of coke is always perfect for him.
Mile 74 - Daryl was flagged down. A volunteer had said the lunch station was closed and if he needed anything to eat he should grab anything from her truck that she had available. Daryl said thank you.
Mile 75 - Hwy. 131/ Walcott - He was back with traffic and knew he had a climb all the way to the top of Vail Pass. Sure he was tired and his speed was dropping down to 14 to 10 mph, but he still has the drive to keep going.
Mile 88 - A SAG wagon stopped Daryl and asked him if he was OK. He said yes. Then, they asked him if he was OK to complete the rest of the route, because they were not going to SAG anymore, since the window of time was coming to an end for SAGging. Daryl thought for a moment, then asked if they could take him to the top of Vail Pass, just to be safe. They said yes.
Daryl was not afraid of being SAGged. He knew his own limitations and climbing out from State Bridge did do its number on him and he was getting physically drain. Sure, he could make the climb over Vail Pass, but that could be two hours more of riding. Sun was still out and no sign of rain. Better safe than sorry. He did not see this as a defeat, but merely as a stepping stone to the finish
By the time the SAG wagon got to the top of Vail Pass, the wagon was full with eight other riders who wanted to play it safe, rather than sorry. No shame. Daryl met three new first time riders - Molly, Brandy and the last rider on the option.
Mile 93.62 - Copper Mountain Resort - Finish line - The party was in full swing and so was dinner. Daryl asked a spectator to take a few pictures of him at the finish line. People congratulated him on his finish and also smiled and laughed at him.
Daryl asked if the campground area was near the Chapel again and the volunteers said yes. Almost every camper was already pitched when he arrived. Daryl grabbed his gear and headed off toward “his” spot. His spot is right near the Chapel, under a tree, and no room for anyone to set up a tent. Two minutes later he was done with setting up his camp.
He went back to the finish line and got in line for dinner. Daryl was on the lookout for any familiar faces, but saw none. Then, a face recognized him. Daryl did not recognize this face, but this woman did recognize him. How in the hell she noticed him without his helmet, Oakleys and bike attire is an amazement, but then again it must of been his cute smile and legs that she recognized! Boo-yah! Daryl said hi, then this woman and her friend got into line in front of Daryl, with friends she knew. Of all the things, this made him angry. Daryl could of said something, but he was not going to let this thing get the best of him.
About thirty minutes later, Daryl grabbed a table and still looked around for a familiar face. He ate silently and yes he was a bit sad. Sad, because his two close friends were not there. He had not seen them all day and last year they said that they probably would not be here to do the Courage Classic this year. He really did missed those two.
Then, he spotted them walking casually into the dinner hall. Daryl's heart jumped and so did his mood. Relief, happiness, and good times were about to begin. All three of them have not changed at all. They joined him for dinner and they talked. Caught up on what has happened the past year to the each of them. Apparently, Dan was the one yelling at him near Avon and from that they knew he was there and started looking for him at Dinner. Dan had recognized Daryl go by and screamed "Motobecane", but also noticed Daryl was cruising like the wind towards the town of Eagle.
Thirty minutes later, Dan, Dave and Daryl said nite to each other and see you tomorrow. They left for bed and Daryl headed to get something to drink. He went into a nearby bar and order a Guinness Stout. A few minutes later Daryl heard a voice say hi and lo and behold - Molly and Brandy. Molly was sunburned and Brandy was tanned. To Daryl, Molly was pretty darn good looking. Blonde, nice eyes, cute voice and eager. They all conversed a while, then Daryl let them be. He was not sure if they, Molly and Brandy, were a couple. Sure he wanted to get to know Molly, but did not want to make a fool out of himself. Brandy had brushed some hair back from Molly's face which to him, looked rather intimate for just a couple of woman as friends. Daryl sort of backed off in talking from there, drank the rest of his beer and said goodnight.
Off to his "taco" he crawled in, set his travel alarm clock, got his Walkman going and closed his
eyes and headed off to dreamland.
End of Day One
w-i-t-h-u-t-m-o-s-t-s-i-n-c-e-r-i-t-y
Daryl
aka CalSeti
Greetings Goofball-ers’ & Friends
Introduction
This here story is about my bike riding adventures and nothing else. Maybe some surprises other than that strictly all about me. Me, me, and me. If this is not your cup of tea then read no further. Remember, if you do not like what you are reading you do not have to read any further. The second day of an epic that is a work in progress.
Sunday, July 22, 2001 Copper Mountain, Colorado - Elevation 9,750
Day Two:
Judging from what Daryl looked like this morning he had a rough night. As usual before bedtime - he had to dress for bedtime - jeans, sweater, bandana, cotton socks and his riding gloves. Yet, with all that attire he still got nipply cold and kept waking up throughout the night.
The dawn finally had arrived and the sun was shining ever so brightly and not a single cumulus or stratus in the sky. Shaking off the night, the sleep and shivering a bit, he looked up in the sky and actually could feel the warmth of the sun’s rays getting ready to shine upon him.
Granted, Daryl is not a camper, but waking up in the mountains and getting ready to greet a new day is something unique he enjoys every year. Although, maybe only unique to the Rocky Mountains. Crisp, clean air and the birds singing their "morning" song.
This year, Daryl stayed in his taco until 7:30 or so and then he got up. He was not tired, nor lazy, but he wanted to savor the morning just laying under the pine tree near him.
After changing into his new biking jersey for today's ride he headed off to the Start / Finish line.
The Start / Finish line was bathed in full sun-light and bike riders were everywhere. Daryl looked toward the breakfast area, but knew he did not have access. Why. Well, he did not pay for the option to have the meal plan. Anyway, Daryl would have his breakfast after the 8 miles through the
“Canyon of Cold”.
Mile 0 - After hanging out for a bit just watching rider after rider leaving the Starting line, Daryl started his ride. Today's agenda was 51 miles of riding with the option of riding up to 100 miles and 2,230 ft of climbing. He was sure that he wanted to the option today, so with that in mind he got his butt in gear and got going.
Mile 1 - Daryl and a couple of riders in front of him left the warm sunlight and headed into the canyon. The "Canyon of Cold", "old 10 mile", "8 miles of cold" are just some of the names of the bike route from Copper Mountain to Frisco. First of all, no sunlight in the Canyon until later in the day, if wet from the rain the descent can be very cold and if you are still sleepy, you are guaranteed to be wide awake by the time you get through the canyon.
Mile 8 - Aid Station - Zack’s Stop - After the hardest, although not difficult, part of the ride, you are greeting by the sun’s rays and this aid station after 800 ft of descent from Copper Mountain. Daryl felt ok this year. Not as cold as last year, but might of been a tad warmer, but still Damn cold. He did not do anything different this year - he grabbed some oranges, some cookies, and some gatorade.
He was just about to leave when Dave showed up. Wearing the same jersey as Daryl was. Dave had said Dan was ahead of him and that he was just riding casually today. He also saw Heidi for the first time. Dave was impressed with Heidi. They chatted a few minutes, then Daryl said goodbye til later.
Mile 12 - Aid Station - Dillon Dam - Dan saw Daryl at this Aid Station. Dan was just leaving. Meanwhile, Daryl stopped again. No reason, but just to stop. This Aid station was busy, busy. Most riders who wore jackets and/or pants, this is the Aid station where most take off their apparel. Daryl did not have to worry about taking off jackets or pants. He brave the canyon of cold for the past three years without jacket/pants. Only the first year, he thinks, that he wore a jacket. After that, he knew, the cold was only eight miles. Piece of cake. Piece of crumb cake.
Mile 18 - Daryl caught up to a rider who was actually making a good pace, so he decided to fall behind him and use him a wind breaker. Daryl wanted to be a "wheel sucker"
D'oh -
Mile 21 - Keystone - Aid Station - The sound of a gun, a capped gun, going off and the sound of yee hahs greeted Daryl at Keystone. Keystone Ski Resort is what most of the Coloradians commonly know just as Keystone.
This Aid Station was the Wild West Theme. Granted, Daryl knows country, but sometimes he can not remember the song's name to a quite a few country songs. Anyway, Long Tall Sally (?!?) was playing on a transistor radio, fool's gold near the beverage table and what would an Aid Station be without Cardboard horses. Yee-Hah!
Daryl did not have to stop, but he did. Only to justify his biking gear and say hello to fellow riders. I think he even got a snapshot of the Aid Station since he was so impressed with the Station. Not to mention the Cowgirl(s). Daryl loves a good sight of tight wrangers, long straight or curly blonde or red hair, and a smile that.... oops getting away from the real story, =) but DAMN.
Mile 26 - Daryl had reached the start of the climb up Swan Mountain. Coming from the north of Swan Mountain is not too bad, better than going up the South side of the Mountain. Going into the Climb he was not motivated, but definitely not worried. Tis a short mountain never-the-less.
Mile 27 - As Daryl glanced up from the pavement he saw some signs that were posted along the bike route for the riders to see and read. Basically, the signs say thanks for the rider support and effort and also to thank the riders who do not claim their pledge award, like Daryl, which makes it possible for the Children's Hospital to buy Coloring Books and/or Stuff Animals for children in the hospital. Really, the is the first time that all his efforts spreading the word to other riders about giving up his award does him great pleasure and gives him something to feel really proud about. Also, Brandy and Molly will sure read what Daryl said to them last night in the bar. He might even win some brownie points with them both - Whoa Baby!
Mile 28 - Sapphire Point - The top of Swan Mountain. Not much of a sight. Just a rest stop to replenish some water/gatorade and grab some snacks. Once again Daryl stopped, but only for the sakes of stopping for the heck of it. No police warnings this year and they also closed Swan Mountain for a bit for us bike riders.
Mile 30 - Basically the start of a four mile climb to Breckenridge. Nothing extreme at all, but just a hill. No headwind or tailwind this year. Daryl was in a cruising mode, passing a lot of riders, but also getting passed by a few riders.
When Daryl looks at the second day - he sees this as the easiest day of the tour. First of all, there is hardly any elevation change between the three towns, not including Copper Mountain. Unless, you decide to take the options that might be available, then you have a work day ahead of you. The rest stops are pretty well spaced out, but to him the Aid Stations seem a bit close. Bear in mind that Daryl is highly trained and can go and go without stopping at an Aid Station.
Mile 33 - Breckenridge - Option Route - Lunch - Daryl has come to the crossroads of his adventure once again. The time was about 10:35 and the option route closed at 10:30. He stopped at the Stop Sign and then waited for a sign. A sign. A sign of what he should do next. The option was not a must, but he did want to go. On the other hand, he did want to have his lunch. He did not have his lunch yesterday, so he knew he had to make it today.
Well, lunch won out and he was greeted with Tacos, beans, and Ice Cream or Sherbert Bars - Lime. The Lunch Station was busy, the sun was shining brightly and not a cloud in the sky to dampen anyone's mood. Daryl got in line and grabbed some Taco's and taco's and then got his sherbert and Two Pepsi. Pepsi you ask?!?! Well, readers I do not know what to tell you so I will let him explain that to you. Yes, I know he is an avid Coca Cola Drinker, sometimes with John Daniels, but ....
Daryl grabbed a spot and then, he saw Dave. Daryl flagged Dave's attention and then Dave said he would be right back after he got some food. Daryl and Dave chatted about what was on the agenda for today. Dave said he and Dan were going to play some golf this afternoon and then prolly have dinner - just the three of us. Daryl said he was going to take the option after lunch and then grab some dinner at the Cantina.
After about 10 minutes, Dave then said quitely to Daryl - "Is that Ed?" Daryl knew what Ed that could be. So, Daryl glanced over his right shoulder and sure enough sitting on the curb of the parking lot sat Ed. Ed was sitting eating his lunch and nobody seems to notice him sitting there. I guess Daryl would not have noticed either since Dave did point out Ed for him. Readers? no clue as to what Ed? Ed Sardella. One of Daryl's favorite News casters in the Denver Area. Daryl asked Dave if he should go and say hi. Sure why not was Dave's reply. Then, Daryl remembered that you should never, ever, get between a man and his food. That is a cardinal sin and hopefully the opposite sex know that. If not, then that was a freebie for you.
Daryl appoached Ed slowly. Ed was eating and looking off to the North. Daryl decided not to use his entire name since that might draw the attention of nearby riders. Daryl was pretty sure that Ed probably did not want any attention drawn to himself. Daryl introduced himself and then asked if he could shake his hand. Ed said he had some water on his hand, but Daryl laughed and showed him his gloved hand. No big deal. The other thing that Daryl noticed was that Ed was a platinum pedaler - meaning that his has ridden 7, 8, or 9 years in a row and Ed had some excess weight in the tummy. They say that the camera adds ten pounds, but where were the cameras. Maybe it was the jersey. Maybe.
Daryl left the Lunch Station and then asked if he could take the option since it was about 11 AM. The volunteer said no. Daryl accepted the answer without being angry or any regrets. Daryl knew the rules and he accepted full responsibility for the choice he made.
Heading back to Frisco, he had some thoughts and a headwind to battle. The thoughts were random and really mundane. Like what was he going to do for the rest of the day.
Mile 43 - Zack’s Stop - Aid Station - Once again to this Aid Station, the last one of the day and right before climbing up into the "Canyon of Cold", which by now, is not cold! Daryl stopped and then Dave passed right by.
Mile 51 - Finish Line - Copper Mountain Resort - Nothing really to tell you. Daryl rode effortlessly up through the canyon and finished with a few pictures taken at the finish line.
Tis really where the day began. Nothing could compare by drinking some beer at the foot of Copper Mountain, on a clear day and amidst his fellow cyclist. He headed up to the finish line and saw Dave already drinking. So, Daryl ordered a beer and both of them headed outside the bar to go lounge on the slopes of Copper Mouintain.
This was such a good feeling on a Sunday after Riding 51 miles. What made it more than good feeling was that he could still be biking toward the town of Fairplay and drinking water. LOL. This trade off was well worth not doing the option. Oh yeah. Music playing, people lounging at the base of Copper Mountain and just enjoying the afternoon.
One hour became two hours and three beers later Dave left to see if Dan was back and Daryl went back to his camping area.
Later that evening, after taking a shower and a short nap, Daryl headed back into Copper Mountain Village and saw Dan & Dave and basically they drank their dinner, along with two "old" friends. Let's just say they were all feeling a bit groggy the next day. Hah hah!
End of Day Two
w-i-t-h-u-t-m-o-s-t-s-i-n-c-e-r-i-t-y
Daryl
aka Calseti
!!! Day Three Currently Being Updated !!!
Author's Note
November 28, 2003 - I know, I know, some of you readers may or may not have been waiting for day two and three, but I recently have made Day Two available. Granted, the people who contributed to my bike tour got the story already and well I guess the time has come to divulge some more of my post epic. I hope you enjoyed the reading. Looking back at the mileage, I can see that I have definitely have come a long way.
Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete
Another bike journal from the bike event that made me want to write about what I do
Greetings Goofball-ers' & Friends
Introduction
In case you are joining me for the first time I want to bid you welcome to a story that is true to my heart. For you veteran readers, enjoy another year with me. This is the fourth year and the fourth story that I have written about my adventures with The Courage Classic Tour. I am writing mostly to a new audience and to some who have been with me from the start four years ago. Well, as I usually tell you, grab a cup of lemonade, a glass of Sun tea, or a bottle of beer and let us begin the epic...
Saturday, July 21, 2001 Leadville, Colorado - Elevation 10,040
"I wanted a mission and for my sins they gave me one"Note: Before reading further readers - No disrespect is intended to any religious parties. My apologies to anyone who is offended. Remember you do not have to read anything you do not want to. All views expressed are mine. Thank you. I write from the heart and sometimes a "little" over the lines is required to get my overall effect.
Apocalypse Now
Day One:
As Daryl looks outside the truck window, he can not help to reflect on how much he has been looking forward to returning to Leadville and see the Start / Finish line once more.
The mornings are always beautiful in the Rocky Mountains. Not a cloud in the sky, the morning already warming up to the sun. The town of Leadville is where Daryl began his biking career four years ago, officially that is. The combination of being in Leadville and participating in the Courage Classic brings such a feeling that he could not describe to anyone. Or maybe he wants to have that feeling just for himself. If you want my opinion the answer is the latter. Having that for himself is nothing new, but this is one thing that he will not share. He discovered this amazing feeling four years ago and only by accident. Yes, he has shared his feelings in the past, but not all of his feelings with the Courage Classic tour.
Leadville High School has been the start and finish line for the Courage Classic the past five years and never ceases to overwhelm him year after year. He has touched every feeling possible in Leadville for the past four years and to lengthen the odds, he's only been in Leadville a total of ten days over the four years. He's been pissed off at some volunteers, he has cried at the finished line Barbeque, he's gotten the warmest feeling seeing his friends once again, he also has wondered about the future staring out towards the West. And yes, he's even gotten scared, scared about not returning to Leadville. To his amazement with all of these feelings he cherishes everyone. No matter how irrelevant the feeling might be.
His parents have joined him once again for the second time in Leadville along with Heidi for the first time. This will be Heidi's third official bike tour and she does not mind at all. He has supported Daryl in everyone tour as Daryl has made sure Heidi was doing great for each tour
While his parents were at the Start / Finish line, Daryl had to check in at registration. He was required to watch a safety video before proceeding to registration. After the informative video, he went to turn in the required monies/pledges. He got his bag of goodies, then headed toward the awards table. The awards table this year is what Daryl was especially looking forward to. This year, well for his fourth year in participating, he was going to get a either a Bike Jersey or Polo shirt and a Water bottle for free. That was one of a many things that he loves about the Courage Classic - award levels according to how many times you have ridden. He chose the Bike jersey. What a jersey and this jersey is more special, because on the arm of the jersey it indicates that he is a Club Courage rider (4th yr.) and that tells that he earned this jersey and not just bought the jersey at the merchandise table.
After labeling his camping gear, which once again consists of a water bed liner and two comforters and two bags, he headed off to find his parents. He still had his street clothes on and he need to change into his biking gear. He found the port o potties, which by the way are non-discriminating. (MS 150 discriminates against high pledge's and low pledge's) While waiting in the port o potty line, Daryl looked everywhere for his familiar friends that he sees only three times a year. He also looked for any other familiar faces, but did not see any. After changing into his yellow devil, Tour Diablo jersey, and his worn out bike shorts, and the creme de la creme - his helmet and bike fanny pack, he found his dad and asked him if he wanted to get some coffee while he got some breakfast. He said yes.
Walking to the breakfast tent, Daryl was already getting the stares, the pointing, the laughing, the smiles, and the talk about him. He was a sight to behold readers. He had his awesome legs on display, a nice deep tan, and a cute smile, but what almost everyone was eyeing was Bart (Simpson) on his Fanny pack and Watto (Phantom Menace), Burt (of Burt & Ernie) & Britney (Spears) on top of his biking helmet. Most readers know that Daryl never seeks attention, but only if they could see him now. You can bet some of those readers would see a side of Daryl that they never knew existed.
After swallowing some grapes and a couple cookies for breakfast, him and his Dad headed over the Start / Finish line where his mother was watching the other bike riders leave. The time was just about 8 AM and the majority of the riders have left and now the riders that were left were leaving sporadically. While standing at his destiny, to use a word from the eighties, he was feeling awesome. His Mom and Dad were getting pictures of him and Heidi at the Starting line.
While posing and getting ready to leave a woman made a comment about his biking gear. He was speechless, and felt sort of embarrassed. Why? Well... dunno. After a few seconds she then asked what was in his biking bag. Then, Daryl's sarcastic side came out. He told her that he had margaritas and drugs in the bag and if she wanted any she would have to find him at the campground. Well, she sort of blinked a surprised looked, then she asked... errr made another comment that he must be a hard core rider judging from his biking shorts (Daryl's biking shorts were in threads!). He gave her a smile and nodded his head in acknowledgment.
This year Daryl did not forget the batteries to his Walkman, but for the first day he decided against wearing them. What came over him was that he wanted to hear the world around him. Of course, he wanted the tunes, but just did not need them like in the past years.
Daryl said bye to his parents and to show up after 11:30 on Monday and left the Starting line alone. Once again he was alone and ready to start the ride of his year. Today's agenda was 57 miles of riding with the option of riding up to 115 miles. He had no clue to what he wanted to do, but he had sort of a goal in the back of his mind.
Mile 2 - He started to get choked up about being on the Courage Classic once again. Motobecane was not here this year and he really wanted to ride that bike. Everyone knows him and that bike could not be separated for the life of them, one might say that they were like peas and carrots. This year he wanted to have fun and more importantly - he did not want three fucking days of rain. Yes, that is how bad he did not want it to rain.
Mile 4.3 - He caught up to the woman who made those comments at the starting line. Of course, he did not recognize her, but she sure recognized him. How could anyone not recognize Daryl out on the bike course with Heidi. She said hi once again and I think he said hi back. After following her for about 50 yards he decided to pass her and her friend and get ready for the Tennessee Pass.
As he passed her, he heard her say that she was right behind him.
Mile 6 - He looked behind him and saw nothing. No sign of her and nobody was following. Alone once again and the time to begin the climb and shine was here
Mile 10 - Aid Station - Tennessee Pass - The climb to Tennessee Pass from Leadville is not really a climb, but never-the-less, it is considered a Pass. On his way to the top, he passed numerous riders and no rider passed him. He caught up to the back of the main pack that left the starting line before him. He saw a few Team Courage Riders, young riders, and riders of different varieties. At the Aid Station he decided to stop and go get some attention. Daryl walked to the port-o-potties, then headed over to the snack table and grabbed some oranges. He got the laughs and heard the talk about him and even saw some huge smiles.
You could ask him if he was ever embarrassed about his attire, but he would say no. No. Daryl does this to get attention, but more importantly he realizes that he wants the children to see something unusual and/or familiar and make them in awe. Children in awe mean a lot to Daryl and much more than be described on paper.
Mile 18 - Aid Station - Camp Hale - This Aid Station was on the descent and was not a stop that he needed to make. Sure, time a small factor in the decision of not stopping, but he did not want to
lose the momentum of the speed going down the mountain.
Mile 23 - Picture Time - He was with small group of riders and picture time was upon them. He slowed down and put some space between him and the other riders around him. Flash of the bulb and he was caught on film. Raising one hand in an "Oh yeah" posture and then headed for Battle Mountain.
Battle Mountain is a battle to climb, but coming from Leadville the climb is not as bad. Battle Mountain was something Daryl saw four years ago and was sort of frighten of in the beginning. Going up Battle Mountain from the town of Minturn is tough. To put things in perspective, going up Battle Mountain from Minturn is about 2000 feet of climbing, while climbing up Battle Mountain coming from Leadville you only have 1000 feet of climbing.
Mile 26 - Summit of Battle Mountain - As per his ritual, he does not stop at the summit as the other riders do. Don’t ask him why. He knows his answer, but he does not want to see the look you would give him if you heard his answer. So, he gets ready for his descent and this year he will not have to act like Fred Flinstone going down Battle Mountain.
He was flying down the mountain at an incredible speed with Heidi. Not an inch of fear and the patience of an Angel shark. He checked periodically behind him to make sure that no vehicle was coming up. He had his hands on the brakes, but did not use the brakes until he caught up to some cars in front of him.
Mile 34 - Option Start - 10:49 AM - The option start had closed, but he asked if it was OK to go on. He said yes and took off. He knew there was 100 miles somewhere, but he did not know the bike route for the option. He should of checked.
Mile 40 - He heard yelling from a rider coming toward him, but did not know why and nor did Daryl look back to see what it was about. Focus and speed was what he concentrated on. He knew there were four riders behind him and he knew that he did not want to be the last rider. Yet, with the Courage Classic that is not a bad thing at all in his eyes.
Mile 48 - Hwy. 131/ Walcott - He saw a climb that looked ugly, but short. He also saw many riders coming down from the hill. He wanted to be on the return trip with those riders, but he knew in order to do that he had to get to the turn around at State Bridge.
Mile 51 - He was wondering how far was the State Bridge and then he saw the sign - 11 miles to go. 11 Miles to go! That was going to be tough for him. Sure he was getting tired, but more importantly he knew he was getting farther and farther away from the option start. Riders were also becoming more and more scarce. That was not good.
Mile 56 - A bike rider standing on the median caught his attention on his ascent. He looked in trouble so he asked him if he alright. The rider, John, I think, was his name, asked if Daryl had a pump. Why of course. John told him that he was the only rider that had stopped to ask him if he was okay. They conversed a bit while John fixed his bike tire. While all that was going on Daryl knew time was diminishing away. Sure he wanted to go, but he then remembered that he would not be here for not caring people.
Mile 58 - The top - John had said that Daryl would be rewarded with a "screaming" descent to State Bridge, but just remember that he would have to bike climb that monster.
Man o' man Daryl was coasting down to State Bridge. A four mile descent of 1300 ft. He saw a few other riders climbing up, but Daryl was wondering when he would reach the bottom of the hill.
Mile 62 - Aid Station - State Bridge - A bridge, a bar, and a kayak place. That was basically the place. Daryl got some water and then ate lunch with the volunteers of that Aid Station. They asked him if he rode. "Oh yeah" and then proceeded to tell them of his accomplishments the past few years. Five minutes later, Daryl knew he had to go. The bitch of a climb, since HeartBreak Hill, was waiting.
Mile 64 - Halfway Sign - Daryl was on the look out for this one sign, since he saw and knew this was the halfway mark of the descent/ascent. Damn, the climb was tough and only four riders were left behind him.
Mile 65.5 - He had to get off Heidi. Sure he did not want to get off, but he really needed a rest. He walked while resting, just in case that if he did stop he might cramp up in his thighs.
Mile 66 - Summit - Yes, Daryl did and then opened the can of Coca Cola he had been saving to drink at the right time. He needed to replenish his glucose level and a can of coke is always perfect for him.
Mile 74 - Daryl was flagged down. A volunteer had said the lunch station was closed and if he needed anything to eat he should grab anything from her truck that she had available. Daryl said thank you.
Mile 75 - Hwy. 131/ Walcott - He was back with traffic and knew he had a climb all the way to the top of Vail Pass. Sure he was tired and his speed was dropping down to 14 to 10 mph, but he still has the drive to keep going.
Mile 88 - A SAG wagon stopped Daryl and asked him if he was OK. He said yes. Then, they asked him if he was OK to complete the rest of the route, because they were not going to SAG anymore, since the window of time was coming to an end for SAGging. Daryl thought for a moment, then asked if they could take him to the top of Vail Pass, just to be safe. They said yes.
Daryl was not afraid of being SAGged. He knew his own limitations and climbing out from State Bridge did do its number on him and he was getting physically drain. Sure, he could make the climb over Vail Pass, but that could be two hours more of riding. Sun was still out and no sign of rain. Better safe than sorry. He did not see this as a defeat, but merely as a stepping stone to the finish
By the time the SAG wagon got to the top of Vail Pass, the wagon was full with eight other riders who wanted to play it safe, rather than sorry. No shame. Daryl met three new first time riders - Molly, Brandy and the last rider on the option.
Mile 93.62 - Copper Mountain Resort - Finish line - The party was in full swing and so was dinner. Daryl asked a spectator to take a few pictures of him at the finish line. People congratulated him on his finish and also smiled and laughed at him.
Daryl asked if the campground area was near the Chapel again and the volunteers said yes. Almost every camper was already pitched when he arrived. Daryl grabbed his gear and headed off toward “his” spot. His spot is right near the Chapel, under a tree, and no room for anyone to set up a tent. Two minutes later he was done with setting up his camp.
He went back to the finish line and got in line for dinner. Daryl was on the lookout for any familiar faces, but saw none. Then, a face recognized him. Daryl did not recognize this face, but this woman did recognize him. How in the hell she noticed him without his helmet, Oakleys and bike attire is an amazement, but then again it must of been his cute smile and legs that she recognized! Boo-yah! Daryl said hi, then this woman and her friend got into line in front of Daryl, with friends she knew. Of all the things, this made him angry. Daryl could of said something, but he was not going to let this thing get the best of him.
About thirty minutes later, Daryl grabbed a table and still looked around for a familiar face. He ate silently and yes he was a bit sad. Sad, because his two close friends were not there. He had not seen them all day and last year they said that they probably would not be here to do the Courage Classic this year. He really did missed those two.
Then, he spotted them walking casually into the dinner hall. Daryl's heart jumped and so did his mood. Relief, happiness, and good times were about to begin. All three of them have not changed at all. They joined him for dinner and they talked. Caught up on what has happened the past year to the each of them. Apparently, Dan was the one yelling at him near Avon and from that they knew he was there and started looking for him at Dinner. Dan had recognized Daryl go by and screamed "Motobecane", but also noticed Daryl was cruising like the wind towards the town of Eagle.
Thirty minutes later, Dan, Dave and Daryl said nite to each other and see you tomorrow. They left for bed and Daryl headed to get something to drink. He went into a nearby bar and order a Guinness Stout. A few minutes later Daryl heard a voice say hi and lo and behold - Molly and Brandy. Molly was sunburned and Brandy was tanned. To Daryl, Molly was pretty darn good looking. Blonde, nice eyes, cute voice and eager. They all conversed a while, then Daryl let them be. He was not sure if they, Molly and Brandy, were a couple. Sure he wanted to get to know Molly, but did not want to make a fool out of himself. Brandy had brushed some hair back from Molly's face which to him, looked rather intimate for just a couple of woman as friends. Daryl sort of backed off in talking from there, drank the rest of his beer and said goodnight.
Off to his "taco" he crawled in, set his travel alarm clock, got his Walkman going and closed his
eyes and headed off to dreamland.
End of Day One
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Daryl
aka CalSeti
Greetings Goofball-ers’ & Friends
Introduction
This here story is about my bike riding adventures and nothing else. Maybe some surprises other than that strictly all about me. Me, me, and me. If this is not your cup of tea then read no further. Remember, if you do not like what you are reading you do not have to read any further. The second day of an epic that is a work in progress.
Sunday, July 22, 2001 Copper Mountain, Colorado - Elevation 9,750
"But it will always be there. For the rest of my days"Note: Before reading further readers - No disrespect is intended to any religious parties. My apologies to anyone who is offended. Remember you do not have to read anything you do not want to. All views expressed are mine. Thank you. I write from the heart and sometimes a "little" over the lines is required to get my overall effect.
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Day Two:
Judging from what Daryl looked like this morning he had a rough night. As usual before bedtime - he had to dress for bedtime - jeans, sweater, bandana, cotton socks and his riding gloves. Yet, with all that attire he still got nipply cold and kept waking up throughout the night.
The dawn finally had arrived and the sun was shining ever so brightly and not a single cumulus or stratus in the sky. Shaking off the night, the sleep and shivering a bit, he looked up in the sky and actually could feel the warmth of the sun’s rays getting ready to shine upon him.
Granted, Daryl is not a camper, but waking up in the mountains and getting ready to greet a new day is something unique he enjoys every year. Although, maybe only unique to the Rocky Mountains. Crisp, clean air and the birds singing their "morning" song.
This year, Daryl stayed in his taco until 7:30 or so and then he got up. He was not tired, nor lazy, but he wanted to savor the morning just laying under the pine tree near him.
After changing into his new biking jersey for today's ride he headed off to the Start / Finish line.
The Start / Finish line was bathed in full sun-light and bike riders were everywhere. Daryl looked toward the breakfast area, but knew he did not have access. Why. Well, he did not pay for the option to have the meal plan. Anyway, Daryl would have his breakfast after the 8 miles through the
“Canyon of Cold”.
Mile 0 - After hanging out for a bit just watching rider after rider leaving the Starting line, Daryl started his ride. Today's agenda was 51 miles of riding with the option of riding up to 100 miles and 2,230 ft of climbing. He was sure that he wanted to the option today, so with that in mind he got his butt in gear and got going.
Mile 1 - Daryl and a couple of riders in front of him left the warm sunlight and headed into the canyon. The "Canyon of Cold", "old 10 mile", "8 miles of cold" are just some of the names of the bike route from Copper Mountain to Frisco. First of all, no sunlight in the Canyon until later in the day, if wet from the rain the descent can be very cold and if you are still sleepy, you are guaranteed to be wide awake by the time you get through the canyon.
Mile 8 - Aid Station - Zack’s Stop - After the hardest, although not difficult, part of the ride, you are greeting by the sun’s rays and this aid station after 800 ft of descent from Copper Mountain. Daryl felt ok this year. Not as cold as last year, but might of been a tad warmer, but still Damn cold. He did not do anything different this year - he grabbed some oranges, some cookies, and some gatorade.
He was just about to leave when Dave showed up. Wearing the same jersey as Daryl was. Dave had said Dan was ahead of him and that he was just riding casually today. He also saw Heidi for the first time. Dave was impressed with Heidi. They chatted a few minutes, then Daryl said goodbye til later.
Mile 12 - Aid Station - Dillon Dam - Dan saw Daryl at this Aid Station. Dan was just leaving. Meanwhile, Daryl stopped again. No reason, but just to stop. This Aid station was busy, busy. Most riders who wore jackets and/or pants, this is the Aid station where most take off their apparel. Daryl did not have to worry about taking off jackets or pants. He brave the canyon of cold for the past three years without jacket/pants. Only the first year, he thinks, that he wore a jacket. After that, he knew, the cold was only eight miles. Piece of cake. Piece of crumb cake.
Mile 18 - Daryl caught up to a rider who was actually making a good pace, so he decided to fall behind him and use him a wind breaker. Daryl wanted to be a "wheel sucker"
D'oh -
Mile 21 - Keystone - Aid Station - The sound of a gun, a capped gun, going off and the sound of yee hahs greeted Daryl at Keystone. Keystone Ski Resort is what most of the Coloradians commonly know just as Keystone.
This Aid Station was the Wild West Theme. Granted, Daryl knows country, but sometimes he can not remember the song's name to a quite a few country songs. Anyway, Long Tall Sally (?!?) was playing on a transistor radio, fool's gold near the beverage table and what would an Aid Station be without Cardboard horses. Yee-Hah!
Daryl did not have to stop, but he did. Only to justify his biking gear and say hello to fellow riders. I think he even got a snapshot of the Aid Station since he was so impressed with the Station. Not to mention the Cowgirl(s). Daryl loves a good sight of tight wrangers, long straight or curly blonde or red hair, and a smile that.... oops getting away from the real story, =) but DAMN.
Mile 26 - Daryl had reached the start of the climb up Swan Mountain. Coming from the north of Swan Mountain is not too bad, better than going up the South side of the Mountain. Going into the Climb he was not motivated, but definitely not worried. Tis a short mountain never-the-less.
Mile 27 - As Daryl glanced up from the pavement he saw some signs that were posted along the bike route for the riders to see and read. Basically, the signs say thanks for the rider support and effort and also to thank the riders who do not claim their pledge award, like Daryl, which makes it possible for the Children's Hospital to buy Coloring Books and/or Stuff Animals for children in the hospital. Really, the is the first time that all his efforts spreading the word to other riders about giving up his award does him great pleasure and gives him something to feel really proud about. Also, Brandy and Molly will sure read what Daryl said to them last night in the bar. He might even win some brownie points with them both - Whoa Baby!
Mile 28 - Sapphire Point - The top of Swan Mountain. Not much of a sight. Just a rest stop to replenish some water/gatorade and grab some snacks. Once again Daryl stopped, but only for the sakes of stopping for the heck of it. No police warnings this year and they also closed Swan Mountain for a bit for us bike riders.
Mile 30 - Basically the start of a four mile climb to Breckenridge. Nothing extreme at all, but just a hill. No headwind or tailwind this year. Daryl was in a cruising mode, passing a lot of riders, but also getting passed by a few riders.
When Daryl looks at the second day - he sees this as the easiest day of the tour. First of all, there is hardly any elevation change between the three towns, not including Copper Mountain. Unless, you decide to take the options that might be available, then you have a work day ahead of you. The rest stops are pretty well spaced out, but to him the Aid Stations seem a bit close. Bear in mind that Daryl is highly trained and can go and go without stopping at an Aid Station.
Mile 33 - Breckenridge - Option Route - Lunch - Daryl has come to the crossroads of his adventure once again. The time was about 10:35 and the option route closed at 10:30. He stopped at the Stop Sign and then waited for a sign. A sign. A sign of what he should do next. The option was not a must, but he did want to go. On the other hand, he did want to have his lunch. He did not have his lunch yesterday, so he knew he had to make it today.
Well, lunch won out and he was greeted with Tacos, beans, and Ice Cream or Sherbert Bars - Lime. The Lunch Station was busy, the sun was shining brightly and not a cloud in the sky to dampen anyone's mood. Daryl got in line and grabbed some Taco's and taco's and then got his sherbert and Two Pepsi. Pepsi you ask?!?! Well, readers I do not know what to tell you so I will let him explain that to you. Yes, I know he is an avid Coca Cola Drinker, sometimes with John Daniels, but ....
Daryl grabbed a spot and then, he saw Dave. Daryl flagged Dave's attention and then Dave said he would be right back after he got some food. Daryl and Dave chatted about what was on the agenda for today. Dave said he and Dan were going to play some golf this afternoon and then prolly have dinner - just the three of us. Daryl said he was going to take the option after lunch and then grab some dinner at the Cantina.
After about 10 minutes, Dave then said quitely to Daryl - "Is that Ed?" Daryl knew what Ed that could be. So, Daryl glanced over his right shoulder and sure enough sitting on the curb of the parking lot sat Ed. Ed was sitting eating his lunch and nobody seems to notice him sitting there. I guess Daryl would not have noticed either since Dave did point out Ed for him. Readers? no clue as to what Ed? Ed Sardella. One of Daryl's favorite News casters in the Denver Area. Daryl asked Dave if he should go and say hi. Sure why not was Dave's reply. Then, Daryl remembered that you should never, ever, get between a man and his food. That is a cardinal sin and hopefully the opposite sex know that. If not, then that was a freebie for you.
Daryl appoached Ed slowly. Ed was eating and looking off to the North. Daryl decided not to use his entire name since that might draw the attention of nearby riders. Daryl was pretty sure that Ed probably did not want any attention drawn to himself. Daryl introduced himself and then asked if he could shake his hand. Ed said he had some water on his hand, but Daryl laughed and showed him his gloved hand. No big deal. The other thing that Daryl noticed was that Ed was a platinum pedaler - meaning that his has ridden 7, 8, or 9 years in a row and Ed had some excess weight in the tummy. They say that the camera adds ten pounds, but where were the cameras. Maybe it was the jersey. Maybe.
Daryl left the Lunch Station and then asked if he could take the option since it was about 11 AM. The volunteer said no. Daryl accepted the answer without being angry or any regrets. Daryl knew the rules and he accepted full responsibility for the choice he made.
Heading back to Frisco, he had some thoughts and a headwind to battle. The thoughts were random and really mundane. Like what was he going to do for the rest of the day.
Mile 43 - Zack’s Stop - Aid Station - Once again to this Aid Station, the last one of the day and right before climbing up into the "Canyon of Cold", which by now, is not cold! Daryl stopped and then Dave passed right by.
Mile 51 - Finish Line - Copper Mountain Resort - Nothing really to tell you. Daryl rode effortlessly up through the canyon and finished with a few pictures taken at the finish line.
Tis really where the day began. Nothing could compare by drinking some beer at the foot of Copper Mountain, on a clear day and amidst his fellow cyclist. He headed up to the finish line and saw Dave already drinking. So, Daryl ordered a beer and both of them headed outside the bar to go lounge on the slopes of Copper Mouintain.
This was such a good feeling on a Sunday after Riding 51 miles. What made it more than good feeling was that he could still be biking toward the town of Fairplay and drinking water. LOL. This trade off was well worth not doing the option. Oh yeah. Music playing, people lounging at the base of Copper Mountain and just enjoying the afternoon.
One hour became two hours and three beers later Dave left to see if Dan was back and Daryl went back to his camping area.
Later that evening, after taking a shower and a short nap, Daryl headed back into Copper Mountain Village and saw Dan & Dave and basically they drank their dinner, along with two "old" friends. Let's just say they were all feeling a bit groggy the next day. Hah hah!
End of Day Two
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Daryl
aka Calseti
!!! Day Three Currently Being Updated !!!
Author's Note
November 28, 2003 - I know, I know, some of you readers may or may not have been waiting for day two and three, but I recently have made Day Two available. Granted, the people who contributed to my bike tour got the story already and well I guess the time has come to divulge some more of my post epic. I hope you enjoyed the reading. Looking back at the mileage, I can see that I have definitely have come a long way.
Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete
