The world's most distracting screen! I can't even remember what I was talking about! Wait...have I said this before?
Just as Jothra was sure he was about to be hypno-screened into submission, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye... his road bike!
He wasn't sure how it had found its way here, but the sight of the blue-and-white Trek was enough to bring him back to his senses. And what's more, the seat bag was full of tire patching tools, some of which make for excellent digital sabotage!
i.) Fly a cardboard tube spaceship! Road oh my yes. 15/20.
ii.) Wave that sword like you don't know how! Road oh my yes. 13/20
iii.) Do the Slurpasaur! 15/28
iv.) Clean home base: 18/28
It was looking like an ordinary Friday, but after school I noticed the 20 km/h wind was blowing north-south. Therefore, it was only natural that I bike to Lethbridge!
I got a flat tire less than three minutes into the trip, but a few minutes of patching later, I was back on the road. One nice driver stopped to ask if I had everything I needed. I did, but I made sure he knew I appreciated his asking.
At the 60-odd km mark, I had to switch from N-S HWY 23 to E-W HWY 3. At about this same time, the wind shifted...in my favour. I had the same minor tailwind for the entire trip. That's incredibly rare; usually the wind shifts to remain a headwind no matter which way you're going.
Ninety-six kilometres later, I peeled my poor glutes out of the saddle, and waddled into Earl's. My previous record for this trip was an even five hours. This time I made it in three and a half. Tailwinds!
I'm giving myself a pass on this. Apart from a shaky walk, the ride left me with noodle arms. Thank goodness for all the different hand positions on those drop bars.
The thing with about bicycling for three and a half hours at 28 km/h is that you need to eat like a jerk. It's a good thing I did, too, because I was starting to bonk right in the very last two kilometres. Under goal.
I attacked my closet for an hour before I decided I had to ride.
I ran out of the audio dramatization of Diamond of Jeru before the ride ended, so I switched to the very quaint and old-timey (i.e. guilelessly racist) World Adventurer Club. It's fun, but it's important to note that it's a product of a different time.