Bayamon, PR
There's quite a bit more to do in Puerto Rico, but...this morning, it was all bikes, all the time.
I went on and on and on about this awhile back (this being the many activities non- bike related) and this being PR's time zone comapared to say, California or Oregon...but, I love it. The culture here is to start things early, and end them late. Only 18hrs into the trip, jet-lag was working me over this morning as we were pinning it down a coastal road at 3:30am my time, but even after putting in three and a half hours, I was home before anyone in Oregon was thinking about getting out of bed.
A huge and feisty group who's numbers and speed increased as the ride progressed, the group was a gregarious unit, welcoming and friendly, all the while making a particular effort to keep the gringo's work ethic honest. I thought it was just my internal clock that was making the ride challenging.
After yesterday's mountain bike ride, I have exactly ten and a half holes in my left hand. Innocently, I leaned my un-gloved mitt onto one of these trees. Nice of Hector to warn me...the delayed reaction and utter shock of a tree covered in needle sharp nails almost ruined my day. Can you imagine hip or shoulder checking one of these nasty trees...or worse?
I went on and on and on about this awhile back (this being the many activities non- bike related) and this being PR's time zone comapared to say, California or Oregon...but, I love it. The culture here is to start things early, and end them late. Only 18hrs into the trip, jet-lag was working me over this morning as we were pinning it down a coastal road at 3:30am my time, but even after putting in three and a half hours, I was home before anyone in Oregon was thinking about getting out of bed.
A huge and feisty group who's numbers and speed increased as the ride progressed, the group was a gregarious unit, welcoming and friendly, all the while making a particular effort to keep the gringo's work ethic honest. I thought it was just my internal clock that was making the ride challenging.
After yesterday's mountain bike ride, I have exactly ten and a half holes in my left hand. Innocently, I leaned my un-gloved mitt onto one of these trees. Nice of Hector to warn me...the delayed reaction and utter shock of a tree covered in needle sharp nails almost ruined my day. Can you imagine hip or shoulder checking one of these nasty trees...or worse?
posted by jsager at 11:37 AM
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I am so jealous, but thanks to your writings I spent my honeymoon in PR this past October and I simply cannot wait to get back there.
When it comes to nature it is survival of the fittest.
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Ouch! Reminds me of the Locust trees in the midwest. I've done the same thing with a glove on and had to pull the spike out of my hand to pull the glove off and only then could I look at my injured hand.
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