Will FedEx Ever Get Here?!?

OK, so I have no patience at all.  I've learned that about myself in the past week.  It all started around the middle of last week when I got word that my new bike had been shipped, and was due in at the end of the week or beginning of the next week.  That started the excitement because that meant that Paul's had managed to swipe one of the bikes slated for the West Coast (sorry guys) and got them to reroute one of the first of these bikes to Winston Salem.  I confirmed that my shoes and bottle cages were also on order (but not there yet).  Now started the waiting game, which I decided I'm just not that good at.

There was a strong possibility that it would be at the shop by the end of the week, so I waited anxiously by the phone while I was at work all day Friday hoping that I would get the call.  No such luck.  I waited until about lunch time on Saturday and couldn't wait any longer.  I had to make the call.  With Labor Day coming on Monday, I really needed that bike to be delivered before Tuesday came.  I talked to one of the part time guys, and asked about my bike.  After he looked at the board, he came back to the phone and told me that it wasn't in yet.  Well crap!!!  Looks like I would be waiting for Tuesday for it to get to the shop.  I had been told that it was a three hour build for an S-Works, so that had to be done before I could even start the fit process, which would take an hour or two for a preliminary fit.  Then I had another hour or so once I got home to swap in tires (ones that had a better mileage rating), and put on my accessories.

Monday was my first day off, of 20 days away from work so that I would have ample time to get back in the swing of riding.  I could do nothing about riding since the bike wasn't here, and the shop was closed.  Oh well, I needed some down time to relax with Toni.  When Tuesday rolled around, I was starting to get worried since I had heard nothing, so I went ahead and called around lunch time to see if they had heard anything.

Well, they had heard something...but apparently I had missed something in translation.  The bike was there!!!  I was so happy that it was there, but wait, there was more.  It actually got there on Friday, and was built between Friday and Saturday.  This was the first day I was going to be able to get down there with my work schedule anyway, so that was a win for me!!  I asked if the shoes and cages had come in yet, and was told that they didn't know.  I went ahead and gave them 15 minutes to check the shipments while I pulled the cover off of the bed of my truck in anticipation of going to pick up the bike.  I called them back and was told that the shoes weren't in.  This was a problem because without the shoes, I wasn't able to get fit to the bike, and wasn't able to ride it at all.  This was sad news to say the least, but I decided that since Toni and I had to go out for a bit anyway, we would stop by so I could see the bike for the first time.

Patrick flipping the stem to get a little bit of height for me

There it was hanging on an end cap to one of the displays.  It was so pretty with the white, gloss black, and raw carbon paint scheme on it.  I started to talk to Dale about it, and asked some questions about the fit of the bike.  As it turned out, the seatpost was canted to the rear, and Patrick had adjusted the seat as far forward as it would go, but it was still about a centimeter away from where my fit sheet showed it to be.  The stem was also a bit longer, and lower than my last stem.  While my other bike was simple to swap stems on, this S-Works bike had an exchange program where I could swap the parts that didn't fit for ones that would fit better.  Pretty cool, but I guess that is what you get with a high end bike.

In addition to the fit issues, Dale told me about some new Speedplay pedals that had come in and he had thought of me.  They were the Pave' versions and he had been told that they were for the distance rider.  Of course, he thought of me, and offered the upgrade since he only had one set of the pedals.  After discussing it briefly, I went ahead and authorized the swap from my original Zero pedals.

Well, we were there about an hour, and I had successfully spent another $100.00 (upgraded pedals), so it was time to go before I got in any deeper.  Boy, that was a long night!  I had been told that the shoes and cages were coming in on the shipment that was due in on Wednesday.  It was coming in FedEx, which was normally there before lunch.  It could be as early as 9:00, or right at lunch time.  I let them know that my plan was to come in about 10 or so and wait on the delivery so that I could get the fit started as soon as possible.  With that, Toni and I left to take care of our other errands.

Wednesday.....

Overnight, I was thinking about the pedals, and choice that I had made.  I started to research the Pave' pedals to see just how much more durable they were.  I mean, I had gone about 8000 miles on my last Speedplay Zeros and felt quite confident in them.  Everything that I pulled up on Google, including Speedplay's own website showed these pedals to be designed for the road surfaces similar to the Paris Roubaix with a lot of dirt and grit.  The minimalist design was created to help engage and disengage easier in that kind of environment.  Anyone that knows me, knows that I rarely ride in inclement weather, and never venture off of the blacktop, so the main purpose of these pedals were kind of lost on me.  I made the decision to see if I could switch them back out to the regular Zero pedals when I got to the shop in the morning.

The problem I had was, what if FedEx got there at 9.  The shoes would be built with the Pave' cleats which wasn't necessarily a horrible thing, as they are easy to swap out, but I wanted to make a minimal impact on the shop and save their time as much as possible.  To combat that, I decided that I would go ahead and get there when they opened and beat the shoes getting there.

The Speedplay Zero pedals are on, replacing the Pave's that I had spec'd the day before

I arrived right as they were opening and talked to Dale.  He was great as usual and had Patrick swap out the Pave's for the Zeros which he did really quickly.  The bike stayed on the stand all morning long while I waited for FedEx to arrive.

I waited.....

I waited.....

I shopped......

I waited....

I heard a nice couple come in and start talking to each other about getting their son a bike.  They started over at the clearance section for road bikes and I could hear them talking about how expensive they were.  I recognized the discussion as it was one that I had had many times before.  They couldn't understand  why the bikes cost so much.  Well, since I was waiting around, not doing anything, and the rest of the staff was busy with other customers, I took it upon myself to speak with them briefly about what they were looking at.

We ended up talking about all sorts of things in relation to their 13 year old son and his new affection for cycling.  We moved from what type of bike to get, into cyclometers, storage, and everything else under the sun.  After about 30 minutes they had decided that they needed to bring their son to test out some bikes over the weekend.  We parted ways, and I could see the Harrell's by the register watching me.  Dale was the first to talk and asked if I had clocked in.  That made me smile....I just love talking bikes with those wanting to get into the sport, and would have done it again and again if the opportunity presented itself.  We had a little laugh over it, and I went back to what I was doing before.

I waited......

I waited......

I was told that FedEx might be as late as 2:00, so....

I waited....

I waited.....

While sitting down at the fitting station watching my chance for a ride slowing going away, I looked at my watch.  It was creeping ever so close to 2:00.  Would FedEx get here, and would the merchandise be onboard if it did come?  I was starting to feel like I should have just stayed home.  Then at 1:57, I saw the FedEx truck arrive!!!  I got a sudden bust of energy and ran out to my truck and got my footbeds to put in the new shoes.  When I came back in, Dale was already going through the boxes and found my shoes.  I tried them on quickly and confirmed that they fit my boat sized foot.  Hey, I'm wearing a size 47!!!  With that out of the way, Patrick started to put the cleats on the shoes along with the two stackers on my left foot to offset my different leg lengths.

Things had been going smoothly for all of 10 minutes so I was due for a hiccup.  After putting the two stackers on the cleat, we determined that the supplied screws were not long enough to securely mount the cleat to the shoe.  Well crap!!!  I knew that Dale had the Speedplay parts kit over at the fitting station so I went over there and grabbed what I needed for the Zeros and found out that only the torx head screws were long enough to fit, and only barely at that.  We got them put on, and my shoes were all ready to go.  Now we just had to find the bottle cages to install before it was time to get the bike dialed in.  We weren't finding them in any of the boxes, and then Dale came in and said that he had them in the box that he was going through elsewhere in the store.

Everything was here now, and I was ready to hop on the bike for the first time since buying it three weeks ago.  I was a little nervous, but excited at the same time.  Dale trimmed my footbeds and inserted them in my shoes, and saw from the old fit sheet that I also used wedges in both shoes, so he added those as well.  I'm still not sure how there is room in the shoe for my foot, but I slipped it on and it felt....well....snug....but oh so familiar.  I was starting to remember how things were supposed to feel.

Specialized BG Pro Road Shoe

I was wearing my Jolly Roger socks which had the hole in the side from my crash on this first day on the new bike.  I figured that was fitting.  I think I was also wearing the same shorts, but it was hard to tell since the shorts weren't damaged in the crash.  It was a fitting way to transition to the new bike I thought.

It was finally time to get on the bike.  I crawled over the top tube, forgetting just how high up these bikes are when on a trainer.  My first task was to pedal lightly for a little while to get my legs and butt in the position that I would default to while riding.  I noticed something odd right from the beginning.  It felt like my right leg was extending much further than my left one, and was a little uncomfortable.  After a few minutes, Dale started to examine how my body was moving on the bike.  He was making some strange faces, and looking at me much more in depth than I remembered from the full fit session before.  He started to take pictures of me, and he videoed me as well.  This was strange.

What he finally told me was that my right leg was tracking perfectly, while my left leg was moving outboard at the top of the stroke.  It wasn't a consistent thing that would indicate bad foot positioning, but it was something else entirely.  After some time, he determined that the cause might be from my stackers on my left foot.  While this was how things were set up before, he felt that I might benefit from having only one stacker this time.  We did some more checking before making any more adjustments though.  He had me pedal for about 20 minutes to make sure that I was in the basic position on the saddle before looking at my kneed in relation to the pedal spindle.  Yeah, I remember why I hate the trainer now...I was getting very hot!

That is the sweat from just a light spin.

I've owned this bike for three weeks now, and have now baptized it in sweat...but still haven't ridden it on the pavement yet!  After the mini-workout was over, some more measurements were taken.  My knee was in perfect relation to the pedal, which made me feel very good considering the seat was as far forward as the seatpost would allow.  This meant that I didn't have to wait for Specialized to swap out the part while using a throw down part for the operation of the bike.  That was one hurdle I was happy to be over.  My knee bend was right at 30* which was a little more than the 28* I had been running before.  However, I could tell that my ankling was a bit more pronounced at this session that it was before, so that was probably to blame for the increase in angle.  Either way, 30* was spot on perfect for what I was needing right now.  We started to look at the bars.  I could tell that they were further out, and lower than they were before, but I remember wanting just that change on my other bike.  After talking with Dale, we decided that for now, we would keep it as is and see how it worked out for me on my rides.

The only adjustment that needed to be made from the way Patrick built the bike was to take a shim off of my left shoe.  Dale gave me the option, but I agreed to do what he thought would be the best.  After a few minutes, he came back with my left shoe, with the correct screws in the single shimmed cleat.  Another small hurdle over that made me happy.  It was time to get back on the bike to see how the adjustment went.

With the first pedal stroke, I could tell a huge difference.  I felt more balanced, and felt like I had equal power on both legs.  Dale did the walk around and I could see a smile developing in his face.  I already knew the outcome before he said anything.  Both of my legs were tracking correctly, and everything was looking great.  When it comes to fits, Dale is a genius!  That pretty much wrapped things up, and it was time to get all my stuff loaded up and head home to start the next phase of the experience.

Very happy that I still have my cleats attached to the truck

Fortunately, I never removed the cleats from the truck.  My thought was, I might need to transport bikes for somebody some day and they would come in handy.  Well, I can transport my own bike with them, and that is a great thing!  On the way out, Dale hooked me up with some swag which was really nice.  It was a gift from Paul's, which I very much appreciated.  It was time to head home....it was almost dinner time as a matter of fact.

After a quick dinner it was time to set the bike up on the work stand and start to get things personalized on the bike.  I had given up on the possibility of riding today, but wanted it all set for the morning.  I needed to swap the tires and tubes to something more durable, clean and lube the chain, install the Garmin computer, and put the saddle bag on.  It wasn't much, and I was expecting to spend about an hour doing all of that.

This is my first time using a mechanic's stand.  I have to say, its quite nice!

Just as I thought that things were finally going to go smoothly, I ran into a bit of a glitch.  After getting the tires off of the wheels, I started mounting the new Continental GP4000S II tires.  I noticed after I started to set the second bead that the valve stem was a lot shorter than I was thinking it should be.  I had a 60mm stem, and figured that would be plenty.  Well, it was a good bit shorter than the OE tube, only showing about half as much.  I pulled the tube back out and verified that the valve stem was a bit shorter (20mm I think).  There wasn't enough room to pump the tire up, so I was left with only one option.  I had to reuse the original tubes which isn't a bad thing, but they are thinner and more prone to flatting than the standard ones I was hoping to use.  Well, I had to go with what I had available until I could pick up some new tubes.

My next bit of problem came when I was setting the bead on the Continentals.  Apparently, the bead is a good bit thicker than the OE race tires.  I was having a hard time getting the tube to get all the way inside of the tire at the valve stem.  I finally figured out that in order to make it work, I had to creatively roll the tube with the tire to get it out of the way.  I was able to get that done, and successfully air up two tires to 120 and 110psi without popping the tube.  Check that hurdle off the list.

Roval CLX 40 with 700-23C Continental GP4000S II tires.

With the tires mounted, I figured that the hard stuff was over.  I went ahead and started on the Garmin computer installation.  This is something that I had done on my other bike, and I was using the same parts.  I had the GX10 speed/cadence sensor, and the K-Edge mount for the handlebars.  It should be a simple and straightforward installation.  Well...that wasn't the case.

The geometry has changed on this bike and things are in different relative positions from what I was used to working with.  Some things are beefier, while other things have much more clearance.  It took a little playing around to get the magnets lined up on the main unit, but I was able to finally make it happen.  I started up the Garmin to see if it worked as it should.  Funny thing....it locked up after booting up.  I had to force a close and turn it back on again.  It finished doing some updates and finally gave me the main screen.  I spun the wheel and it registered movement.  I repeated that with the crank arm, and got movement as well.  Everything was lined up and ready do go, so I tightened the cable ties at their final positions.

This is a nice looking cockpit!

The K-Edge mount was next to go on.  It was simple and fit perfectly.  Unlike my last one, it is not adjustable so the Garmin 510 is a little further out in front than I would like it to be, but I'm not unhappy with it at all.  Less pieces to the mount is probably a good thing in the grand scheme of things.  I could have used the supplied Garmin piece, but opted not to for two main reasons.  First of all, the reviews stated that there was an issue with this mount that lead to the breaking of the ears on the computer mount.  This was not a warranty issue.  I wasn't looking forward to a $70.00 repair from using the supplied mount.  Second of all, I preferred the CNC machined aluminum piece as I've found it to be near bulletproof in riding conditions.

Next was to get the chain cleaned up and lubed.  Yes, I know it is a brand new chain, but they are coated in a thick, sticky substance to keep them from rusting during shipping.  This has to come off, and proper dry lube applied.  This was a pretty quick process, and I opted not to use the chain machine for it this time.  There will be plenty of opportunity to use the machine later on, and I felt that a rag and degreaser would work just fine.  While lubing the chain, I went ahead and lubed up the pedals and cleats as well.  I also made a little bit of adjustment to the float of the cleat to limit my heel in on both sides.

This looks strangely familiar, but it means that the bike is all ready to roll

In my typical fashion, I grabbed a quick front and rear picture of the bike before I put it up in the garage.  Everything is built and ready to roll tomorrow morning.  I'll come back and update how that first ride went after I get finished.  My goal is to do 25 miles, but if I can squeak out 50 that would make me very happy, and be a very good indicator that my fitness level hasn't been overly affected in the 10 months I've been out of the saddle.  Until the morning....

All tucked in

Thursday....

The day was finally here, the day that I was going to go on a ride with my new bike.  Seems like a simple want when you hear it come from a 40 year old, but it runs a lot deeper than just wanting to go for a bike ride.  In the 10 months I've been off of the bike, I have felt my age, gained weight, and just generally not been as happy about myself as I once was (when I was riding regularly).  I had the bike, everything was right with it, and I had the day off to be able to get out and ride in an attempt to rediscover the young, fit man I had left behind last Fall.  I honestly wasn't sure what the day would bring.  I was telling myself that I was going to aim for 25 miles, and take a route that would allow me the ability to bail out at several different points with the hopes that I could make 50 miles.

Hmmmm, 50 miles seems like nothing knowing what kind of rider I once was.  I could knock out 50 miles without stopping, averaging over 18mph, and come home to mow the grass afterwards.  That was then, this was now.  Fifty miles had taken on whole new meaning for me in the last ten months.  It was a goal now, something to strive for, not just take for granted.  It was something that I feared, yet yearned to achieve (again).  Would all of this money and effort to get back on the bike be wasted, or would I be able to recapture some of what I had previously achieved?  My mind was ready for that magic number because I have done it before, but I wasn't sure my body was up for it.

When I woke up to send my daughter off to school, I looked at the weather.  There was a good chance of storms until about 11:00 which kind of put a damper on my spirits.  I wasn't really wanting to ride in the rain today, but I really wanted to ride.  I kept an eye on the weather, and the sky.  It seemed that most of the moisture was breaking down as it got close to here, so I decided to give it a chance. I was only thinking about doing 25 miles which I had been able to do in just over an hour.  Today, I was guessing that the 25 miles would need about 50% more time.

When I was packing up for the ride, I packed enough food for 50 miles, and filled two water bottles which normally would have been enough for a metric century.  I aired up my tires, turned on the tail light, activated the Garmin, and did a mental check that I had everything....Road ID, glasses, helmet, gloves, HRM, tire pump, etc.

Yeah, that is the look of apprehension on my face

I had chosen to wear the Spare Tires jersey because of one of the captains of the group.  Aaron Houston had purchased my Zipp wheels when I was getting out of cycling.  I remember one of the things that he said to me as we were concluding business.  He said something to the effect of "I hate that you are getting out of cycling, but remember that cycling will always be there should you decide to return."  I had dismissed it at the time, but those words hung with me and I realized that he was right about what he had said.  I may be out of shape, but cycling was still there, and was ready to be as fun as it was before for me.  That made my jersey choice easy for this ride.

I pulled out my phone (took this picture), and started the live track so that Toni could see where I was whenever she wanted to look.  I wasn't sure exactly how this was going to work, but I had a pretty good feeling that it would work perfectly for our needs.  I pressed "Ride" on the Garmin, clipped in with the right foot, and took a deep breath.  I hadn't started a bike with clipless pedals in a very long time.  I would kill myself if I picked now to miss the pedal and flop on the ground.  I pushed off, and started to crank the drivetrain.  I did miss with my left foot, but I was able to recover without missing a beat and heard the confident clip of the Speedplay pedals as I locked myself into the bike.  I was off.  I rode down the same street that I always took on my rides, but quickly noticed that the Garmin wasn't showing how far I had traveled.  Hmmm, that is interesting.  I was seeing speed and cadence, but nothing else.

I stopped at the first stop sign, and realized that pressing "Ride" didn't have anything to do with "Start", so I pressed the start button and heard the beep as the computer kicked on and started to record my movements.  I carried on down the street and saw that things were recording as they should.  I realized that I was feeling very comfortable on the bike as I came out to the main road.  I stopped again, remembered to unclip, and made it look natural.  I might not have lost my motor skills as much much as I was afraid I had.  I made the turn on the main road, and started to pick up speed.  I was used to operating in the little ring through here because this was my normal warm up route that lasted for 10 miles.  Today, however, I would not be transitioning into the big ring because I knew my legs weren't ready for the big hammer gears, and I didn't want to blow out my knee.  I decided that no matter how long the ride went, I would stay in the little ring and make due.

As I started clicking past the third mile, I was starting to get winded.  I could tell that I was out of shape, but I also remembered that the first 10 miles were always the hardest to get motivated through.  I carried on, telling myself that I could bail out and return home at several points if this proved too much.  In the meantime, I tried to keep my speed moderate so I didn't expend all of my energy early on.  The route was familiar, and strangely comforting to me.  I was getting used to the new noises between the new helmet shape (much quieter) and the hum of the bike (much more fitting than my aging bike with creaks and groans before).  I felt...at home, but my body was complaining about the use.  I was expecting that, and dismissed the objections to movement.

I passed the 12 mile mark, and entered Hwy 66 and actually felt pretty good.  It was here that I would normally switch into the big ring and start putting the power down.  I didn't think that I would be able to make that happen, and I had already told myself that I was staying in the little ring today.  I found that my speed was better than I was expecting on the flats (due to the bike I'm sure), but going up hills I was slowing way down (all on me).  I had work to do, but that was what this ride was about.  I had to test my limits to see what things have been affected.  Fortunately, my handling skills seemed to be pretty close which was good.  The bike felt great, and the fit was really close.  It was just the application of power, and the ability to sustain output which was getting me.

At the magical junction that would decide 25 miles or more, I decided that even though I was going slow, I would carry on and try for at least 35 miles.  I was feeling that confident about my ability, and I was also just having so much fun that I didn't want to call it quits just yet.  I hadn't even stopped to take a break yet.  That wouldn't happen until I was right at 25 miles, which put me in Kernersville.  Here I stopped and was able to talk to Toni for the first time since I left.

Screenshot from the Live Track

Toni let me know that she knew exactly where I was, and actually told me some of the information that I didn't know because for some reason I started in the wrong page on the Garmin and couldn't figure out how to switch it to the one with all my metrics.  I didn't know how long I had been riding, and didn't know my average speed.  These things she was able to tell me, and I was really happy with the average speed considering the conditions.  We chatted for a bit, and I ate a snack before heading back out.

As I was leaving Kernersville, I wasn't quite sure where I wanted to go from here since my normal route was closed due to construction.  Instead of trying a really hilly route for the return leg, I opted for a little less intense route, and one that I had not previously done in this direction.  I went ahead and rode into Greensboro, and cut down S Bunker Hill Rd, which eventually brought me back out to Hwy 66.  This was about 10 more miles and I found that I needed to stop once again because my left calf was starting to cramp up really bad.  Fortunately, it wasn't a joint issue which would tell me that my bike fit was off.  This was a muscle issue, and due to poor fitness I'm sure.  Either way, I pulled off the road for another break, and some serious rehydration.

I never thought that I would get this far out today

After I had some time to get my leg feeling better, I Started out again with about 15 miles to go before reaching my really big goal of 50 miles.  I was feeling fine, but I could tell that I was tired, and my legs were just no longer responding to my want to turn the pedals.  I could see that my speed was starting to drop, and I was having a much harder time making headway.  It was OK though, because at this point, I had no choice but to ride home, or call for Toni to come and pick me up.  The latter wasn't an option, although she would have jumped at the chance to come and get me.  This was a pride thing, and a desire thing.  I wanted to get that 50 miles done today and I was willing to hurt for it.  It has been far too long since I have felt that pain of accomplishment on a bike, and I missed it.

Before long I was back in Kernersville again, and knew this to be right at 10 miles from home.  I was going to have my 50, and maybe even 52 depending on the turns I made.  Funny thing happened to me while I was in Kernersville though.  I was riding down W Mountain St and an SUV passed me by.  Just as it passed me, the horn sounded.  It took me by surprise at first, and then I saw the window decal on the back and recognized this truck as belonging to my friend Marcia Pearce.  I picked up speed just a little bit hoping that she would pull off the road so I could say hi.  She pulled into the Olympic Restaurant and I heard he yell out something, but I was paying attention to the road as I was about to make the turn into the parking lot.  It was so great to get to see her since she is also a cyclist, and also a Spare Tire (fortunate I was wearing the jersey).  We talked about her recovery and work in returning to cycling.  Always a good feeling to share a similar goal.  After a few minutes, I headed back out to the road, and started to face my biggest decision yet.  Which route to get home from here.

I could go Old Hollow Rd, which was a little quicker, and more level, with a couple of different end games so I could manipulate the mileage, or I could go down Walkertown Gutherie Rd which was where I had crashed out before.  Being true to myself, I opted for the more difficult route, and chose that fateful road, which would just about nail a full 50 miles.

The ride down Walkertown Gutherie Rd was uneventful, but very uncomfortable.  There is a very long duration incline which wasn't normally too bad, but my tired legs were really starting to worry me.  My right quad was screaming and my left calf was still cramping badly.  I was also out of water, so dealing with dehydration wasn't going to be possible now.  At least I was close to home.

This was a far cry from how I looked when I started this ride.

I had to make just one more stop before I got home.  With only about 4 miles to go, I had to pull off and let my legs rest for a minute.  They were both screaming at me, and I didn't have much left.  I had to continue though, it was not an option at all for me.  My next stop would be home, and I pretty much limped into the driveway.  Again, the Live Tracker paid off with great dividends.  Toni was there waiting for me with a protein shake that was cold, creamy, and hit the spot!  She offered to take the bike up the hill to the garage, but I held onto it since I needed the support as I tried to walk up the hill.

This is one tired dude!

In about four and a half hours since I left, I returned home with 50.55 miles under my tires.  It was a huge accomplishment for me, even though my average moving speed was 15.2.  I had proven that I still had a long ride in me, and I now knew without a doubt what I had to work with.  It was no longer guesswork.  I had a starting point, and I had a plan to get back to where I wanted to be.  But first, I needed to stretch, and rest for a quick minute.

The moose  is doing CPR

The quick minute apparently turned into quite a while as I pretty much passed out after stretching my IT bands.   Toni, being the comedian in this instance decided to put a stuffed moose on my stomach and she took a picture of me while I was zonked out.  Yeah, she will pay for this!  I just don't know how yet.

Garmin data from the first ride.