Continuation of Let her rip!

In Cycle Oregon we had excellent route maps, so good that the hills were marked with 5%, 7% or even 9% grades.  I would say I am a shy cyclist.  I am not of the ilk to race down hills.  Maybe cautious. Certainly cautious on my first adventure in Cycle Oregon.

I patted myself on the back for letting myself go 24 mph...  to be humbled by those racing by me, letting her rip!  It was exhilarating to just be going 24 mph! In those eastern Oregon paved forest roads there was no traffic. If traffic came along, our trusty Milwaukie, Oregon, police who were hired to help us, just escorted the wayfaring trucks to move slowly through the weaving and flying bicycles.

The only problem with trying to keep my bicycle beast down to merely 24 mph was that my arms ached from holding onto my brakes.  I would let them go occasionally and find some relief.