> > Blogger Alexa back again — sure, you might want to hear from the cyclists, but they maintain that a rest day means...

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> Blogger Alexa back again — sure, you might want to hear from the cyclists, but they maintain that a rest day means a complete rest, blogging included. Lucas and Joe have both promised to return with extra vigor and lengthier posts (lie, I made that part up–but they will return!) if somebody would please just do it for today. So, you’re stuck with me (Alexa) again, reporting on September 2nd’s activity for the bikers’ rest day number two. The day started with a breakfast at the Omelette Parlor where we tried the establishment’s famous Bloody Marys and green chili omelettes (Ha! Not Alexa, don’t worry. She had one French toast and two coffees.) While our generous hosts were at work and school, the bikers and I borrowed Casey’s (lots of thanks) car to drive up Pike’s Peak (the second most visited mountain in all of the world, did you know? Can you guess the first*?) For some of you who are familiar with the Gubinskis and their beloved 4Runner, you might know that we have a bit of bad reputation when it comes to running out of gas — or, at least, cutting it dangerously close to bone-dry-empty. So, sure, the information we got at the bottom of the road suggested having at least a half tank of gas, but we were feeling pretty good with our two-fifths. Plus, there was no gas station around. Casey’s car (again, so kindly lent) had four healthy blocks marking gas fullness, and Lucas and Alexa both counted that we made it at least 8 miles on the first one, so surely we could make it the 19 miles up and maybe at least coast down to the bottom. Then, the next block goes by way quickly. Then, the third disappears. The empty light goes on. Uh oh. We’re at mile 11. DILEMMA. Instinct says go. But, you know, it would be wildly inconvenient to run out of gas on this road. So we do the mature thing, turn around, learn that the nearest gas station is 7 miles from the base and happily make it there. But do we give up on the adventure? No, cause here’s the thing: altitude donuts. One of the cyclists (you can guess which) had previously heard about the summit’s world famous donuts and once there’s a dessert in eyesight, no turning back!! The road up the mountain got pretty narrow, twisty, steep and what one might accurately call generally terrifying. But the summit had incredible views, delicious donuts (thirteen of them, purchased by our trio) and a chilly temperature of 39 degrees. Lucas immediately ran around the to ascertain if, at 14,110 feet, the air really is thinner and decided that yes, it was. Joe and I agreed. We made it down, spent more time with our friends, did some errands, had dinner and then got ready for another day of biking. Many thanks to our generous hosts — it was a great vacation. And, readers, if you’ve made it this far, apologies for the excessive length — but I’m currently in the Denver airport and missing my friends! Can’t wait to see them again soon.
> > *I’ll tell you: Mount Fuji.

JoeRuscito

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”