Toecutter
What would DoG do?
Looking back (hindsight being so acute), it was a bad idea to take the bike to San Diego this past weekend. Here in the central valley, specifically Fresno, we have had something like 29 of the last thirty days with temps over 100. It was 99 one day two weeks ago. Since the addition of our Joe Rocket Sahara Vests, I figured all would be tolerable since we were leaving in the morning. We didn't stop until Bakersfield to wet our vests, and it may have been too late for us by then. We drank some water, wet our vests and ourselves down, then pressed on southward. Traffic was very heavy, on top of one accident and two fires on the way down. The whole experience turned out to be a bit too much for Brenda, but she was a trooper and we continued on to the concert.
The way home (back to Hell) was worse than I originally expected but about on par with my assessment based on the day before. We made it from San Diego to Azusa in 1-1/2 hours, where we topped off the fuel and wet down our vests. It was pretty decent until we dropped down into the valley from the Grapevine. By the time we got to Bakersfield (30 miles later) we were being torched. We stopped and took on fluids, but we still had another 1-1/2 hours to endure the 106 degree temps if we didn't stop. What the author of the article in this thread wrote held true for us in our mesh suits. Our torsos were fairly cool but our limbs were roasting. I'm going to have to figure out what to wear under the suit when temps are over 100. Note the singularity of that last statement. I'M sure I'LL be alone on the bike in hot weather from now on. Saturday night I noticed a first-degree burn on my left leg from the afterburner heat. We stopped once more because I guess I drank too many liquids at the previous stop, so we wet down again and made it home. I know my wife will find it in her heart to forgive me, eventually, but it may not be very soon. It works out OK I guess, since it's time to tear into the bike for the 16,000 mile service.
I'm airing my own dirty laundry here so maybe I can help someone else avoid making a similar mis-judgement. Let's continue to be careful out there.
The way home (back to Hell) was worse than I originally expected but about on par with my assessment based on the day before. We made it from San Diego to Azusa in 1-1/2 hours, where we topped off the fuel and wet down our vests. It was pretty decent until we dropped down into the valley from the Grapevine. By the time we got to Bakersfield (30 miles later) we were being torched. We stopped and took on fluids, but we still had another 1-1/2 hours to endure the 106 degree temps if we didn't stop. What the author of the article in this thread wrote held true for us in our mesh suits. Our torsos were fairly cool but our limbs were roasting. I'm going to have to figure out what to wear under the suit when temps are over 100. Note the singularity of that last statement. I'M sure I'LL be alone on the bike in hot weather from now on. Saturday night I noticed a first-degree burn on my left leg from the afterburner heat. We stopped once more because I guess I drank too many liquids at the previous stop, so we wet down again and made it home. I know my wife will find it in her heart to forgive me, eventually, but it may not be very soon. It works out OK I guess, since it's time to tear into the bike for the 16,000 mile service.
I'm airing my own dirty laundry here so maybe I can help someone else avoid making a similar mis-judgement. Let's continue to be careful out there.