What’s worse than a DNF (Did not finish)? A DNS (Did not start).
Today was the Apple Cider Century in Three Oaks Michigan. Diane and I drove up on Friday afternoon, with my rSogn, and the tandem strapped to the back of the car. I had removed the wheels from the bikes to have less of a weight load on the trunk-mounted rack.
It looks bad, but we had no problems with this setup, even at freeway speeds.
As I posted before, I wasn’t feeling well, but I assumed it would pass. My sore throat continued to get worse.
We arrived at our hotel late Friday night in Michigan City, Indiana. We carried the two wheel-less bikes upstairs to our second-floor room, and I promptly felt quite ill from that little bit of exertion.
The night became a bit of a blur after that. I was too sick to eat or drink. I felt feverish and really couldn’t swallow. I slept poorly – hoping that I’d recover before Sunday morning.
Saturday morning was still quite bad. I got up just so I could force some breakfast and coffee down. I couldn’t talk without extreme pain. I went to an urgent care clinic – replete with an annoying couple from Italy via Chicago who were arguing about paying the $75 fee instead of the $50 fee.
After a quick strep test (negative), I was sent on my way with the advice to take acetaminophen and gargle with saltwater.
We stopped to buy acetaminophen, salt, and soup (the only thing I could really eat), and went back to the hotel. Diane went out on her own while I tried to nap some more.
Part of the point of this trip was to meet some people I’ve been talking to online on Google Plus. So this was supposed to be a HIRL (Hangout In Real Life) – along with a 100-mile bike ride.
Jin, one of those people sent me a message, wondering where I was. She was in Three Oaks at Journeyman Distillery. Once Diane got back, we headed to Three Oaks. Jin had left the distillery, and I don’t know where she went off to.
Diane had never seen Lake Michigan (or any of the Great Lakes for that matter), so we drove to New Buffalo and spent some time on the beach. I really couldn’t talk, and the water was a bit cold, so I just laid in the sand next to Diane for a while. It was pleasant.
Getting the feet wet
They may not be visible in these pictures, but there were quite a few others at the beach.
Lake Michigan on a calm day
When we left New Buffalo and headed back to Michigan City, I took an alternate route. I’m glad I did, as we ran across Shoreline Brewery. I drank less than a beer (Diane finished it) and I only ate french onion soup, but it was all quite good.
Saturday night’s sleep was only marginally better than Friday’s. It had rained overnight, but appears weather cleared for the Century. After fortifying ourselves with coffee and waffles, we packed the car, and headed home.
Much of the drive home was uncomfortable. I couldn’t swallow or talk. When we got near Indianapolis, I was feeling well enough to eat something soft, so I had an omelette at Waffle House. More coffee kept me moving.
We arrived home and unpacked the car. I immediately laid down and tried to nap.
Throughout all of this, Diane has taken care of me and been understanding of how I feel. She didn’t tease me, or get angry that I wasted the time and money on this trip, only to bail on the ride.
I’m most upset that I didn’t get to meet those from Google Plus. Some changes I’m making in my life mean I’m leaving that social networking site. I’ll stick with this blog and email as my online presence. I don’t want to spend extra energy on more.