Good Life Cyclist

Those things that hurt, instruct.  -Benjamin Franklin

“Hartsel?” You may be asking yourself.  “I thought you were going to Salida?”  Well that was the original plan.  I actually met up with my old nemesis... read on. 

My family and I stayed in Frisco Colorado, 5 miles up the road from Silverthorne.  The plan was they would hang out in Frisco and Breckenridge for most of the day, and then pick me up in Salida about the time it would be getting dark.  It was all perfectly planned.   

I started out in the dark, it was incredibly calm, tranquil and cool; about 40 degrees.

I was wearing:  winter gloves, bib knickers with tights over them, jersey, arm warmers, wind jacket, skull cap and toe covers on my shoes.

I was ready for the forecasted day; mostly cloudy, 40's in the a.m. and warming to low 60's in the afternoon.

As I started to climb above Breckenridge an amazing rainbow appeared out of nowhere.  WOW, this is a great sign.  I was smiling to myself thinking - It is going to be a GOOD RIDE; I must be livin' the GOOD LIFE!

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