We had a short day today getting out of Phoenix — one day to get into town, one day to get out of town. I’d say from the northwest corner of the metro area to the southeast corner of the metro area, we pedaled about 60 miles. It’s a pretty big town.
Curt Kremer and his friends Colton and Clint rode with us almost all the way out of Mesa, probably feeling like they were riding in place, on their unladen, superlight triathlon bikes. Curt is the one person who I think genuinely shares my enthusiasm for my bike, the Team USA. Most people just listen to me tell them about it and then smile like I’m showing them photos of my kids or something.
I’m really looking forward to getting out into the country again, partly for the decrease in car traffic, and partly because you can pee just about wherever you want. It’s tough to find a safe place when you’re riding through 30 miles of residential neighborhoods. I thought about stopping at one of the dozens of garage sales in Mesa today and asking someone if I could use their bathroom.
I saw a guy teaching his son to ride a bike in Red Mountain Park in Mesa today. The kid could get about 10 feet before he bailed, riding parallel to me on the sidewalk. Now I remember why my parents bought me a stout Huffy dirt bike for my first bike, and how many times that thing hit the sidewalk. I wanted to yell over to the boy and his dad, “Keep after it, kid! Someday that thing might take you somewhere.”
Tomorrow we’re going to try to get to Globe, AZ, 50-some miles of riding with about 4,200 feet of climbing.