Regarding COVID-19
Last time we checked in with Natalie she had made it to South America on her journey from Alaska to Argentina along the Pan-American Highway. Through Colombia, past Ecauador and the equator, we hear from her now as she continues south through the unforgiving mountains of Peru.
Here's the thing... an excursion into remote, uncharted lands isn't always the key to a great weekend escape. Sometimes, the more easily accessible it is, the more likely you are to actually fit it into that one weekend of free time you found in your schedule. All the more likely friends will join in, coming in from Long Beach, Santa Monica, and the East Side.
It’s hard to say where my thoughts really were for those 60 miles. Mostly water and food, the rest was a jumble of emotions, which I know paled in comparison to the jumble of emotions that Elyse and Sara were experiencing. It didn’t seem fair that they had crashed, and I felt some guilt for continuing. At the same time, I wanted more than anything to finish, so I’d never, ever “have” to attempt Dirty Kanza again.
I did not think I could ride 200 miles in one day. It was absolutely beyond my comprehension. I figured I would find a way to get out of it.
Ever say "yes" before you know what you are saying yes to? That's how I found myself in Southern Utah with a group of badass women.
We took off and clipped in and while my first instinct was to settle further back – where I “belonged” as a second-time crit racer – I settled into sixth.
When we planned to make a video recording real reactions from real riders trying on Machines bib shorts for the first time, we were nervous.
