Yesterday, I rambled (or babbled, depending on your point of view) about a ride I've never done in a place I've never been anywhere near. I've been to Texas once in my life, and came away convinced that nowhere is near anywhere else in that state. Perhaps you can forgive me for having such an impression if you understand my perspective: New York, where I live, is closer to either Boston or Washington, DC than Dallas is to Houston. And Houston is further from Wichita Falls, the home of Hotter'N Hell Hundred, than New York or Boston are from Montreal.
Anyway, after I declared my fascination with (which, I guess, implies some interest in doing) HHH, I was a wuss today. The temperature reached 104 degrees in Central Park. Even though the humidity, by definition, can reach only 100 (percent), it seemed to be even higher than the temperature.
I might have gone for a ride had I wakened earlier, or gone toward the water. However, as much as I dislike the heat and humidity, they weren't what deterred me. I took one look at the haze that smudged the sky and said, "I am not going to breathe that shit!" I could have dealt with the heat simply by hydrating--I've done that on rides when the temperature, if not my mileage, reached the century mark. However, I do have a fairly sensitive respiratory system, and I didn't think going for a ride in those conditions would do me much good. I might go for a short hop later tonight, after the temperature cools to, oh, about 92 degrees. To the folks in Wichita Falls, that's probably a chilly Hotter'N Hell Hundred. (Is that an oxymoron?)
Anyway, after I declared my fascination with (which, I guess, implies some interest in doing) HHH, I was a wuss today. The temperature reached 104 degrees in Central Park. Even though the humidity, by definition, can reach only 100 (percent), it seemed to be even higher than the temperature.
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| Penny-farthing thermometer |
I might have gone for a ride had I wakened earlier, or gone toward the water. However, as much as I dislike the heat and humidity, they weren't what deterred me. I took one look at the haze that smudged the sky and said, "I am not going to breathe that shit!" I could have dealt with the heat simply by hydrating--I've done that on rides when the temperature, if not my mileage, reached the century mark. However, I do have a fairly sensitive respiratory system, and I didn't think going for a ride in those conditions would do me much good. I might go for a short hop later tonight, after the temperature cools to, oh, about 92 degrees. To the folks in Wichita Falls, that's probably a chilly Hotter'N Hell Hundred. (Is that an oxymoron?)
