One of the things I learned yesterday is my tire pressure has been way too high based on the type of tire I have and the road conditions. I have Teravail Washburn tires. In the center of them, there's a half inch wide smooth tread which make them great on pavement. As you go to the sides the tire gets more knobby. Before starting this trip, I had looked up what PSI I should run the tires at for gravel road. You input the total weight of the rider, bike, and gear you're carrying. It said 30 PSI, but at that pressure, I was only using the center of the tire. https://silca.cc/pages/pro-tire-pressure-calculator
I've been slowly taking out a little more air out, so the tire bites better on the gravel roads. When the roads are wet, they get more slick too. I didn't expect that on gravel roads. More greasy than pavement. Aired down, I noticed it really helps a lot when climbing on the gravel roads. I think I may take a little more air out of the rear tire because I still slip on the super steep sections when I have to stand up to power up the hill. When I stand up on the steep hill, more weight comes off the back tire as I lean forward. With weight off the back wheel, I lose traction, the rear tire spins out, and I have to dismount and walk until it's flat enough to start pedaling again. However, if I take too much air out, I could damage the rim hitting a protruding rock on a fast downhill descent. So small adjustments until I get the balance right.
I think in general though this is why I like biking. I actually enjoy having to tweak my bike so it works for me perfectly. And everyone has different anatomy. Different limb lengths, Different strengths, Different sit bones, Etc. It takes time to figure out what works for your specific body. Speaking of adjustments, I tried adjusting the seat a little more forward yesterday, but it was starting to rub my butt raw. I realized the problem early enough to change it back, and my butt feels fine today, but in the tent last night, it felt a bit raw. I applied neosporin to the tender areas. I was trying to see if I could get more power by tweaking the seat position, but it's not worth a sore butt. This morning I doubled the amount of butt butter lotion i've been using, and I reapplied halfway through the day.
Anyway, this morning, the ride to the Sharon trading post store is 16 miles from where I camped. Here are some photos from the morning ride
As I dictate this to my phone via my earbud microphones, I'm only four and a half miles away. The garmin's time estimate says about 40 minutes. Looking forward to some warm food. That's it for now
My legs got filthy again on the ride this morning. I think the sunscreen attracts the dirt.
I need to take photos BEFORE I devour the food, it's hard when you're super hungry.
under the table I have my charger
For an early lunch (10:30a.m.), I had a cheeseburger, fried chicken sandwich, and a slice of cheesecake. I don't think I'll be stopping at any stores before I camp tonight, so I'm going to get some pepperoni and cheese again for dinner
There's a strong 5G in Sharon Vermont, so I did some ridewithgps route planning for the ride.
I think I may ditch my mini folding Bluetooth keyboard. As well as the long khaki pants I wear when biking out in the sun. Most of the time I'm in the shade and with all the climbing they're way too hot to wear. And they've gotten kind of big on me so time for new ones anyway.
After I let my electronic stuff charge a little bit more, I'm going to buy more food and then hit the road. About 18 miles from here is swimming, and only about a thousand feet of climbing between here and there too. I need to wash my clothes from yesterday, not that it helps. It ends up smelling like body odor and river water.
The tale of a rage-baiting jerk
An hour later after leaving the store, I've had time to mentally process things. As I was leaving the Sharon Tradepost convenience store, an argument started outside between a guy my age pumping gas, and a 30 something father carrying his 8-10month old baby boy in arms that had just parked behind me on the street in front of the store. I was caught in between.
The father walked over to the gas pump guy, and they were arguing back and forth. It became obvious there was something mentally off with the guy pumping gas. He was losing his mind, taunting and yelling, I'm recording you! with his cellphone out. The father gave up trying to reason with the guy and just went inside the store.
I found out later, they were arguing because the angry guy had been driving super slow on the highway doing 45 in the left lane on a 65mph highway in his crappy old rusted out small truck. Because he was driving so slow, a car zooming north in the fast left lane swerved around him at the last minute almost hitting the dad's truck. The car swerving forced the dad to cut in front of the irate guy to get out of the way. The nutjob blamed the dad for it all, because of course it couldn't be his fault for starting the whole mess by driving slow in the fast lane.
At some point, when the nut realized everyone was ignoring his public temper tantrum he started going after me. I was closest, and I was keeping an eye on him in case he swung at the dad holding the baby. He accused me of being homeless and a drug user and that the country is going to Hell. I just sighed and kept an eye on him. He kept pestering, saying worse and worse things, until I finally snapped and yelled, "Dude ! I'm just bike touring F$@k off!" He then tried to pearl clutch about How Dare I say the f word in front of women and children in the parking lot. I laughed, "Like you care about them, you've been scaring everyone since you got here!"
He got even more angry at the pushback and hurled more insults at me. So I changed course, and using a loud but calm voice, I cut him off saying "dude, life is too short to be so angry. How about you try being Happy?". I'd used an exasperated, calm, sincere, caring, tone. I remember the onlookers swiveling their heads back and forth like it was a tennis match between us and a few cocked their heads at me when I made that switch. I made a surprise move I guess.
My switch in tone got him to stop escalating. He was still grumbling and angry and throwing insults at me but at a much lower volume. I actually chuckled to myself when he called me stupid looking in my snoopy-ear hat (funny! and true!) Maybe he realized he wasn't going to get the confrontation he wanted, so he left. Didn't even peel out like I expected, but probably because his sh!tbox couldn't do a burnout. The others in the parking lot looked at me after he left. I shrugged, with my hands lifted halfway up and went back to packing up my bike. People realized the show was over and moved on.
After he left, the father with the 1 year old came back out, I told him I didn't think he'd done anything wrong. It had rattled him. I explained that the nutjob had started calling me a druggie and homeless after he'd gone inside. He either had mental health issues or he was trying to get a reaction that he could record and post on Tik Tok to make money. I suspect the latter. It was too calculated.
If you google the question "why are people rage baiting in public now?" It's a trend sadly. The jerks have figured out how to make money verbally abusing strangers in public, while causing the scene that makes their victims look bad online. What a world.
I think the dad felt better after hearing he was a jerk to me too. We talked about my trip for a minute and then they left. I told him that I hoped that was the last lunatic he had to deal with today, which got a laugh. The baby boy laughed copying his dad. A nice baby giggle. That's what I'll focus on remembering from the incident. He was a cutie. The whole thing must have been scary for the little guy, but he didn't cry. Brave little dude.
Anyhoo, enough of that, the jerk-wad at the gas pump doesn't deserve to be a highlight. Good or Bad. He didn't ruin my trip in the slightest. If anything, I feel sad for him. Pathetic, manipulative behavior on his part. Just a sad loser wasting his life. Being nice to people is far more satisfying and rewarding.
So..... back to my biking adventure!
Before leaving the store, I did throw out my bluetooth keyboard and khaki pants I wear to keep the sun off my legs. It probably saved me at least a pound and a half. Maybe more when the pants were soaked with my sweat.
Anyway, after the store, it was an uneventful 16 mile bike ride to the swimming hole spot. The river water was bright green, so I didn't jump in. I just wet my microfiber rag, and wiped the worst of the dirt off my skin. I also did a bucket rinse/wash of my riding clothes from yesterday. I scooped some water to filter drinking water too. In my clear filter bag, the water looked far more clear. I reapplied sunscreen and butt butt'r lotion and pedaled on.
My cover shorts got wet as I washed up, so I strapped them to the front of the bike to dry out. I'm just wearing the skin tight padded cycling shorts as I pedal on, but they look like normal biker shorts, even though they're technically more like padded underwear. I have figured out that wet clothes dry fastest on the front of the bike. Makes sense. More sun and wind up front. I'm drying out my riding shirt on the back, but it's a lighter material that dries quickly. I have my thin wool cycling socks for tomorrow on the side of the front food bag.
I'm now doing a four mile long climb with 1000 feet of elevation gain. It'll be the last big climb of the day. I have four or five shorter climbs after that but none are more than 200-300 feet. I love how I can look ahead to see what climbs are coming using my bike computer; it's also telling me it'll take me three hours to get to camp. Fingers crossed, it's accurate. It has my biking history, but with the loaded bike I'm going slower uphill and faster downhill than normal. It throws off the estimates.
Back at the swimming hole I noticed that my left biking shoe's cleat was getting loose when I was putting my shoes back on. I need to get in the habit of checking stuff like that once a day. The bolts on the racks too. I don't want to lose a cleat; it affects how strong I can pedal.
I did air down the tires more and it's helping . One of the problems I have is there's a lot of weight on the front tire with how I have the bike loaded (as you're supposed to do). So when I stand up to pedal short steep sections, the rear wheel skids. After airing down the front tire more, there's traction when I stand up to pedal now.
I should also point out it's too humid for my long pants and arm sleeves, so I'm just using sunscreen. In a hot dry climate, the sleeves and pants would help, but not here with the humidity. The sweat doesn't dry off, making me hotter. I'm carrying the sunscreen anyway so might as well use it. I'm not throwing out the arm sleeves; they're nice in the morning when it's cold, but not cold enough to wear my goretex jacket on the early morning climbs. Oh well, time to stop yapping, and focus on climbing. I need to get to camp before it gets dark
7p.m.
I'm about 5 miles from where I can camp. I have cell signal so the voice dictation actually works pretty well. I think the one thing I keep thinking but don't want to jinx by saying it out loud is that I'm feeling super thankful how relatively good my body feels right now. I started biking at 7:30 this morning and I go until 7:30 at night and my knees and back are fine. Yes, my muscles get tired as you would expect, but at 54, I feel pretty damn lucky my body is cooperating with this sort of adventure.
And I'm happy to report my butt is fine today. I was worried I might have rubbed something raw when I tried to adjust the seat fore/aft position yesterday. I was worried it would just keep getting worse, but it actually got better as the day progressed. Weird! Anyway, enough for now. I still have about 700 feet to climb, the bike computer says I'll be there about 5 minutes before Sunset. Gives me time to clean up a little, set up the tent, inhale some food, and climb into bed. But overall a damn good day