My friends and I love riding bikes and torturing ourselves, it turns out. So, we traveled to Chattanooga for the annual 3 State 3 Mountain torture ride. We went to Niko's for dinner and good gracious was it deee-lish! I had the farmer's pie. It included all sorts of veggies rolled up in flaky filo. Mmmm-mmm!
The day of the ride, we started climbing about 2 miles into the ride and climbed and climbed all day. There were a few sweet descents sprinkled in. When we topped the first mountain, it started drizzling. Within about a minute, we were riding in an - all out - down pour. Now, I'm a big ole scaredy cat when it comes to just riding in the rain, much less descending a mountain in the rain? No thanks. But, I was there, and there was only one way down. So, cautiously, I descended. My hands were cramping from my death grip I had on the breaks. I was kinda freaked out, but survived. This was the view from the bottom of the mountain. I guess it was a nice consolation for living through that descent.
After climbing the 2nd mountain, we stopped to enjoy the view and take pictures.
Here is our rendition of 3 mountains.
On the descent from the last mountain, I got up to 45.8mph. One thing I learned on this ride, I LOVE to descend - as long as it's not raining. Climbing, not so much, but flying down a mountain, yes, please!
Would I do it again? Probably not...unless my friends do some fancy convincing.