None of us are getting any younger and I am the last one to succumb to the old age mentality. Since my hellish week of riding into the wind through hilly terrain my legs have not been responding well. Upon reaching Claremont and realizing a huge mountain pass was looming, aggravated by exhausted legs and dangerous weather at higher altitudes, a decision had to be made. Never in my 16,000+ miles have I been faced with such a decision. My approach has always been “damn the the torpedoes, full speed ahead.” There is courage and there is fool heartiness with a thin line between the two. Pushing my ego aside, I have decided to abort the trip. I knew this trip would be my last big ride but I didn’t expect such an abrupt ending. Now I am back in Los Angeles packing the bike and making arrangements to get home. From this point forward, my touring will be limited to no more than ten day/five hundred miles. After my legs recover I will be investing in a computer simulated workout machine where my bicycle is locked onto it. No time for lolly gagging!
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