RAGBRAI 22 - 1994
I was working for this guy (Pete you know who you are!) who convinced me that I should at least ride 1 day of this so called bike ride. Now I had a mountain bike and did a little "riding" and even went so far as to replace my nobbies with slicks, however the farthest I had ever gone was 45 miles - AND IT KILLED ME! It started in our home town so my wife took that Monday off from work and we thought I'd ride Sunday, then sleep in our truck and ride Monday and return.
If we were going to sleep in the truck then my wife was bringing her pillow along!
Since it started in our hometown of Council Bluffs the party scene Saturday night before the ride was pretty good. Several Beer gardens and live bands - I got in pretty late and was so nervous about "making" the ride I never slept.
It was morning and time to head off!
We drove to the edge of town were I met up with the riders and started
I was so nervous - Would I be able to keep up with the other riders? Would I be able to make it? What if I got lost? ...nothing doing! I had the time of my life! There are so-o-o-o many people and the towns had the friendliest people. We decided we'd be back the following year for the entire week!
Bike info:
Looking back at these pictures, I noticed the different bikes I've ridden (1st year with GT Tequesta, bought new $509.95)