There is no idiot like an old idiot.

You have heard people remark, "My Daddy didn't raise no idiot!"  Well.................I can't say that anymore.  I went over to Mesquite this morning to meet up with some of the members of our bicycle club to ride in the Mesquite Rodeo Bike Rally.  I had every intention to ride the 47 mile route since my longest road rides lately had been only 30 miles long.

I was riding with 3 young women and a young man (I say young since all three were around 50).  When we got to the point that the 47 mile route branched off, I learned that everyone else planned to do the 63 mile loop.  Old men can still have a tendency to let their macho personality kick in and I still felt very well after the first 20 miles to the cutoff so................I took the 63 mile loop.  Wow.  This was where the idiocity kicked in. 

Not only did I make the mistake of biting off more than I should be chewing, but I also rode a faster pace than I was used to in order to keep up with the younguns.  A mere 30 miles after my big "uh oh", I hit the wall (still staying with them the whole time) and caught a SAG wagon back to the starting line.  I rode a total of 50 miles, which was about the distance I originally figured I could do.

For you biking fans, this is my Trek Madone 5.2.  Notice the skinny little saddle!  Can you say "painful" after 4 hours of fun filled road riding!

Live and learn, I say.  But............the problem is, I never really learn anything and almost instantly forget the bad in everything.