So, it was cold when I left Canada, but it’s supposed to be warm down here. I hit the road this morning at 2 degrees Celsius, and raining. The rest of the day was much the same. Once your gear gets wet, it doesn’t matter how good your heated vest and pants are! I don’t think I’ve ever been this cold on a bike before…
And, the visibility was little to zero. At times I could barely see the taillights of the car in front of me, much less the lines on the road or debris. I know at one point I hit something that bounced the bike up pretty good, but I never saw it.
By midday I’m alternating between cold wet pairs of gloves. I didn’t take any pictures today because the riding required 110% concentration, and although I’m sure Arkansas and Texas are beautiful, I didn’t see anything except a blurry view of the 10′ in front the bike all day.
Houston, in a downpour, with 6 lanes of fast moving traffic, could be a new videogame concept!
I stopped there for the REI Store to get a few pieces of gear I couldn’t get in Canada at MEC, and the counter staff looked up the weather to see if I could still ride to Corpus Christi as it was getting dark. I didn’t want a repeat of last night. Clear skies ahead, but cold.
What I hadn’t anticipated were the 50-60mph cross winds. So, I took a break to warm up and have a fireside dinner at Cracker Barrel. A mexican family asked me about the bike and my trip, and thought I was crazy! I joked with them about “Lobo Loco” which they found funny. After dinner I poke my head in at their table to give them some Canada pins and Lobo Loco stickers. The husband snatched my dinner bill and said, “We’ve got this covered for you. Be safe out there tonight.”
I was stunned. How incredibly generous!
That single action warmed my heart up enough to keep me going another hour and a half in those blistering cross winds to land myself spitting distance from Corpus Christi. Mexico in the morning…