It'll be just like we're riding in Morocco.
Well, not really, except for the Scirocco wind that is predicted to blow the 100 degree air at 25 mph or so on Thursday. Actually the Scirocco would be better because I think it blows from the south, and we'll be riding northward. A hot tailwind is still a tailwind but I think our wind is agin' us.
So. And one of the bright stars of the ride has been fighting bronchitis and / or aggravated asthma for the last couple days. She's worked SO hard over the last five months, even before that, to get to Thursday, and apparently the universe didn't think she was being adequately challenged by the experience. Please say your best prayers, in whatever idiom you prefer, for her to have healthy happy non-inflamed bronchia at least by the time she wakes up early on Thursday morning. A friend will drive us to the start in Folsom in my truck and I think we have to leave at 5:45 or something. So that's a good 30 hours or so for us all to perform a big collective faith healing. She's doing everything she can too, having spicy soup, taking nasty herbs, regular old cough syrup, humidifying the room...Pulling out all the stops here. I think she'd have to be strapped down to a hospital bed not to ride, but she'll have a much better time of it and hold up better if she can breathe while she's riding. Though I'm thinking when it's 100 degrees out the air-conditioned sag wagon will sound pretty good.
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