One man's trash.

Today was brutal. Four hours with steady 24 mph winds, and better yet the temps kept dropping the whole ride. I found myself in a quandry with freezing toes hours away from home. I kept watching the muddy ditches for a nice walmart bag but every one I saw was buried in mud. Then this little bag came blowing my way.
















Once I placed the plastic over my toes and under my oversocks things got alot better. These solitary death march rides hopefully will pay off come race time. I don't have a computer on any of my single bikes but I swear I was only going about 10 mph at times into that wind. Once I turned around it was 53x12 for miles! Now I think I will just curl up in the fetal posistion till I recover.