DIRT Dad Fundo Across America- Day Thirty

“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever” Lance Armstrong

Mark it down! Today is the day! The day I officially ran out of chamois cream! It’s a big problem. I mean VERY big!

 

A saddle sore the size of a marble big. Yes, I know some of you don’t use chamois cream. I don’t know what kind of nether region resistance you have, but I’m not one of those people.

 

I like my saddle to smell like you’d want to ask it out on a date. I thought four tubes would be enough based on my pattern of usage. I didn’t account for this.

 

I also know this is a rookie move. In my defense, Amazon delivered a bulk amount of the slippery stuff to my house in time for Conor to bring it to me. The TSA had other ideas. There is someone at Laguardia Airport with an appealing and irresistible car seat.

 

Anyway, the situation is critical! I’m okay with pain. I’m not OK with this kind of pain.

The weight-weenie in me makes significant sacrifices. It usually involves depleting my resources. Although, comfort is also not a factor when making bike and component choices. If it’s lighter than it was before, I don’t care.

 

Now I care, and with most of the significant elevation already in my legs, and perineum, I’m going to do it. I switched to my just-in-case saddle.

 

It has padding! What? Doesn’t that weigh something? Nevermind.

 

It does feel better, I must admit, like riding a bike while sitting on your couch if your couch had teeth and wasn’t happy with the arrangement.

 

Let’s just say I need some chamois cream. It’s not a hot commodity in this part of Nebraska.  

The road doesn’t care about my miscalculation, and the schedule doesn’t make self-cycling-induced cyst concessions. I would have to grin and bear it! See, I’m smiling, kinda. I’m also not sitting, yet.

Once I settled in, the ride was a nice one. The Elkhorn River and the checkerboard of hay and cornfields are a wonderful diversion. As I rolled into Neligh, the sun finally fought through the heavy fog and cloud cover. Just in time for us to enjoy and experience it all!

Like the laundromat.

The breakfast skillet platter at Mama’s and Nana’s diner. It hit the spot!

My two month hair cut only lasted four weeks. Thanks to Sherry for taking care of that.

 

It was a good productive day on the road!

Devil's Gap Jalapeno Ale, Kinkaider Brewing Co., Broken Bow, NE
About the DIRT Dad Fundo Pledge for Day Thirty—Martin Heintzelman

Here is what Martin had to say—”DIRT has been very important community to me since Fall of 2018. In it I found a supportive group of cycling friends who I may have met in a virtual world, but whose friendship with me is very real.”



Amount Raised to Date—$6,922

 

Thank you, Martin!

 

Now off to Wisner, NE!

To support Chris in his effort to raise awareness of The DIRT Dad Fund, the non-profit he created to assist members of the worldwide cycling community, check out this link to learn more. 


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