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I was that guy. You know, the idiot that you read about who gets into a situation way over his head and you're left wondering, "How the hell could anyone be so friggin' stupid?" Yeah, well, what started out as a nice spring ride through Oregon's Cascade mountains was followed up by me, a little lycra-clad bike racer, hiking uphill through five-feet-deep soft snow, road bike in tow, before hitching a ride on the back of a snowmobile. This takes the list of absurd things that I've encountered while cycling -- or, generally, have done in my life, to new heights.
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I was visiting Sunriver for a couple of days with my girlfriend, Erin, who had work obligations with a local school district. When I got back to our cabin, I started looking over maps for day two's adventures. The weather reports were calling for warm temps and I was pretty excited for further explorations. I'd just finished the epic Tour of the Gila bike race in Silver City, New Mexico -- going up against the likes of Lance Armstrong, Levi Leipheimer, and Floyd Landis -- and should have been in R&R mode with my training. But I couldn't resist.
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I was off to a late start, after 2pm, but it was a glorious day, perfect for a bike cruise. The rolling country road had minimal traffic, in part due to the intermittent construction zones where mile-long sections of asphalt had been removed giving way to dirt roads before being repaved. Other than the mandatory breaks -- only one direction of traffic was allowed on these stretches at a time -- the hardpacked dirt segments were fun, added to the sense of adventure, and made me feel "rugged."
45 or 50 miles into my ride, there was yet another reason for the low volume of traffic -- cones across the road and a "road closed" sign. A 90+ mile roundtrip ride was more than I was looking for and I hoped that, a little further on, the road might be impassable to cars but that I'd sidestep this section and continue on my way.
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All was fine n' dandy for several more miles until I came across two tractor/snowplows parked in the middle of the road. The way beyond was plowed, but the going now had a slushy covering over the top. The warm weather meant this was rideable, but that I needed to take advantage of the warm afternoon and get on through before it froze over. I underestimated that there were only a handful of miles to go to Bachelor.
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Amazingly enough, I had cell reception the whole way and realized that, at about 6:10pm, I still had over 2 miles to go. The good news: I'd make it before dark and wouldn't make the news for either freezing to death in spandex or a ridiculous search and rescue mission. The bad news? It was gonna suck.
Turns out that my rescue chariot was not far away. Erin sweet-talked one of the snowmobilers, all of whom were getting ready to pack up and head for home, into tracking me down. The conversation went something like:
Snowmobile dude and lady friend (incredulous): There's a guy riding a mountain bike in this!?
Erin (worriedly): In this, yes. But... he's not on a mountain bike...
Minutes later a decked out, winter-leather-clad dude revved my way -- taking a stylish little jump at the side of the trail before pulling up in front of me.
The next scene will stay with me for a while... As he came to a stop and tilted his face shield and helmet back onto the crown of his head, exposing long red hair straight out of a wintry version of Braveheart, he greeted me affably enough after giving my get-up, and predicament, a quick once over. "I like your style," he said.
We skimmed quickly over the rest of the trail home, me gripping my rescuer for dear life, past the understandably confused stares of a group of crosscountry skiers. I held the bike over my right shoulder, holding the handlebars cyclocross style. It's a great position for running with the bike, but the jarring snow machine ride caused the bike's top tube to dig a nice bruise into my deltoid and almost sent me sprawling headfirst into the snow. For this, at least, I was prepared, with bike helmet firmly in place.
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