I was really ambitious and decided to try the Chilly Hilly on Bainbridge Island with child #2 in tow. This earned us much interest and plenty of accolades–and some scoffing when people realized I had motor assist. It’s a ride though, not a race, and no one is limited in the type of bike they choose to ride. And most of them were not hauling a 45 pound child.
Anyway, I learned lots of lessons on this beautiful day, which was mostly Hilly and not Chilly. For me anyway. For Mirit, who refused layers, it was cold. By mile 10 or 15, she was freezing. We should have brought a blanket-or 3. Although she lay down and snuggled in the back seat, and wore her winter coat, we should have brought her more warm layers. She was also (of course) hungry. Despite a large breakfast. And so was I.
Also, although I had this awesome bike with motor assist, it was still a really long hilly ride on a heavy bike! A few miles in, the tendons in my knees started to hurt. And it just got worse and worse. One of the reasons I bought this bike was because I seemed to always get pain after 20-30 miles of riding on hills. Well adding a child didn’t help. My knees spoke up and I had to listen–but first I had to get home! We made it to the Battlepoint Park halfway point, but then shortcut to head home, and by the time I got there it was painful to walk stairs. I spent 2 days on high levels of ibuprofen, hot baths, and I iced them as much as I could. Note taken.
AND, the motor stopped working at about mile 9. Uh-oh–not feeling so super anymore. There were small beeping noises emitting from it every few strokes and although the screen worked, I clearly wasn’t getting any help. Which I’m sure didn’t help my knees. After texting my husband (at this point far ahead on the ride with our 8-year-old) and receiving no response, I took a deep breath and turned off the power. I couldn’t possibly make it back with no assist the way I was feeling, and this bike wouldn’t fit on most cars (although perhaps the support might have loaded us in a truck). So, I waited a minute, and turned the power back on. And it worked! The age-old trick of turning it off and on again. Whew! And we made it to the snack stop and back home.
So! We made it about 20 miles out of the 33 in total. I was never planning on the whole ride, but I also didn’t anticipate the pain. So maybe me alone on the cyclocross bicycle with more training will be the better answer. Live and learn.
We did get to go have crepes and soup with friends after our morning adventures, which made for a very pleasant afternoon, so that turned out well. On to the next challenge: Purim by Bike Caravan!