Well, That Was Hard.
June 28, 2025 Miles 0-28.3
We headed out yesterday, leaving our house at 11am, rushing
to get all the details managed: refrigerator cleaned, laundry done, yard mowed
and weeded—in addition to the other tasks I put before myself. I wanted to make sure our will and trust was
updated, I needed to convey emergency instructions to our loved ones.
I am pulling the dog and all her materials. That is about 45 pounds, plus my day bag for another 5 pounds.
So we are just at our capacity to manage these loads. It is hard to start from a stop and fairly
challenging to manage curves and bumps.
So of course, there were opening day glitches. A big crowd loading onto the Detroit Princess
that made moving through the Riverwalk a challenge. I hit a big bump and that caused my back
fender to start dragging. Wes’ clip
holding the left side of his BOB failed, so we had to replace it with a cotter
pin. (I had already experienced that on
training rides with Heidi, so I brought extra cotter pins, expecting the clip
to fail.)
We met our friends Keith Gunter and Gary Hanafee at the Iron
Belle Gate on Belle Isle for nice break in the shade and some photos, but that
excursion added 4 miles to our trip.
The Iron Belle is barely a notion in the city: no signage and no services. It was as we headed to east side of Detroit. Even party stores are in short supply. We stopped at a deli near Chandler Park, hoping for a sitdown lunch. No way. So we sat on the ground while Wes groused, and soon made our way to our first 20 mile 360.
A 360 is video and audio log of the trip. We were not yet out of Detroit, near the City
Airport. It was hot. The riding is fairly miserable, and we still
have miles to go before weget to our hotel.
The only one I could find close to the trail that would accept dogs was
an Extended Stay America in Warren, near the GM Tech Center.
The miles dragged on.
Wes was getting burned and he had to change clothes. My BOB wheel came off (!) as I crossed a
railroad track. I was well up Van Dyke
and looked for Wes—nowhere to be seen. I
waited and waited, then finally back-tracked to find him struggling with his
back fender, which had lost a screw. I had
a screw which kind of worked so we drug ourselves up the road as the evening
started to come on.
We arrived at our lodging after 7, sweaty and tired. We had traveled more miles than we wanted or
should have. 20 was a more reasonable
expectation.
The room is clean but classic welfare hotel. No coffee machine, no amenities. Warning signs everywhere, overflowing
garbages. We shower and wash our bike
stuff. Walk to a nearby pub for quick
bite, then come home to fall asleep by 10:30, exhausted.
I am up at 6:30. There is no coffee, so I walk to a nearby
coney island for takeout. It is nearly
9:30 and we are heading out. We were
tempted to stay because we are so tired, but this welfare hotel is not worth
the rather high price we paid.
We will pack up and head out—and hope for a better day
today.