Miles today: 245
Hours in the saddle: 4:29
We watched MotoGP again with camper meals and camper coffee (much better than Maxwell Ho). Packed up and got headed home. Jaron planned out our stops again which was great. Our first stop was gas in Green Bank, and then we had Subway for lunch again, in Front Royal this time. I’m pretty sure we’ve been to every Subway along this route. A little girl started crying when we walked in with our helmets on. Her mom said look, she’s a regular person with her hair braided just like you have. It was adorbs.
Guess what! I didn’t drop my bike once on this trip. Not in the stop & go traffic on the way out or back in, not on any of the stop sign intersections up or downhill, not in any parking lots. Riding this bike is a completely different experience now being strong.
It was hotter’n fuck today tho, y’all — between 89 & 95 most of the time we were riding.
At our last stop as we were girding our loins for the last 1:15 push to get home, our bike thermometers read 104 in the shade. We had a teeny tiny bit of rain to cool us off while going 90 in the express lanes on 66. Then we hit traffic in the usual spot on the beltway. Stop & go. We mostly stuck with the same lane, but Jaron started jumping around and then rejoining Julie when he fared no better, I think, just for something to do. It was SO hot. It was hot when our boots touched the black asphalt. My seat was so hot I halfway wondered if the heated seat was on. A kid sitting in the passenger seat of a van I kept passing and who kept passing me did the throttle motion out the window every time and I obliged every time even tho it did generate more heat on my legs from the engine. I saved my Pitbull Pandora station for this last leg of our trip and sang along to Corazon Espinado (en Espanol) for Jaron over comms.
After construction cleared up and the lanes got wider, Jaron & I started filtering separately but never ended up out of comms range. After traffic cleared up, I stood up on the pegs to stretch my hips out and asked him what it was like watching his wife do the cha cha at 80 mph. Then I realized he wouldn’t know, bc he passed me.
Julie went straight for the mint chip ice cream when she got home and intended to enjoy it on the hammock in the back yard. But after opening the door, I immediately closed it and said you know what, it’s hot out there.
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