Today’s riding from Cardston, Canada to Cutback, Montana was a different style of riding than what we’ve been used to in the Cascades and the Rockies. We’re officially out of mountainous country and into endless plains of …. of….. nothing?
I describe todays riding as different, but oh man was it fun. The flock (almost) effortlessly held a pace of 25mph and over for miles and miles and miles. This high paced riding over rolling hills in Eastern Montana gave me such a rush - the team dynamic amongst the flock was unreal. At one point Webster, my pace line buddy, looked at me and we both had giddy grins spreading from ear to ear. Moments like that remind why I love the sport of cycling so darn much. We flying across the US!!!!
Right after we crossed the border back into the United States we turned the corner to be greeted by Jamie’s favorite sign; the “hill” sign that depicts a truck going down a steep slope. We all looked at each other in confusion wondering how the heck a hill can exist in the middle of flat flat flat nowhere. Then it happened. We dove down this hill where we all gained speed very quickly… so quickly that we all maxed out our speedometers absolutely flying at an arguably uncontrollable speed. I hit a max speed of 51.6mph - a personal record!
At lunch, 3 farmers working and living in the colony we were near stopped by to check out our lunch stop, These guys were so friendly and interested in what we were doing. The interest was mutual as they had such interesting stories and information on what it’s like to live in the colony. They go to school through 8th grade and then they spend the rest of their lives working for the colony’s self sustaining lifestyle. We took a photo with them (significant for colony members as they’re typically not allowed to be photographed) and then hopped back on our bikes to finish up the days ride.
A few miles out of Cutback we were greeted with a firetruck from the early 1900’s, a few harley riders, and a herd of cop cars to escort us into Cutbank. Riding into towns with escorts is such exhilarating VIP treatment! Cutbank has been so incredibly welcoming - we’ve met so many fascinating people.
xoxo,
JT
sidenote: Regina Noch (Reid's mom) showed up to one of our rest stops in a baby blue 1964 Ford Fairline..... Spontaneous dream car purchase?!
I describe todays riding as different, but oh man was it fun. The flock (almost) effortlessly held a pace of 25mph and over for miles and miles and miles. This high paced riding over rolling hills in Eastern Montana gave me such a rush - the team dynamic amongst the flock was unreal. At one point Webster, my pace line buddy, looked at me and we both had giddy grins spreading from ear to ear. Moments like that remind why I love the sport of cycling so darn much. We flying across the US!!!!
Right after we crossed the border back into the United States we turned the corner to be greeted by Jamie’s favorite sign; the “hill” sign that depicts a truck going down a steep slope. We all looked at each other in confusion wondering how the heck a hill can exist in the middle of flat flat flat nowhere. Then it happened. We dove down this hill where we all gained speed very quickly… so quickly that we all maxed out our speedometers absolutely flying at an arguably uncontrollable speed. I hit a max speed of 51.6mph - a personal record!
At lunch, 3 farmers working and living in the colony we were near stopped by to check out our lunch stop, These guys were so friendly and interested in what we were doing. The interest was mutual as they had such interesting stories and information on what it’s like to live in the colony. They go to school through 8th grade and then they spend the rest of their lives working for the colony’s self sustaining lifestyle. We took a photo with them (significant for colony members as they’re typically not allowed to be photographed) and then hopped back on our bikes to finish up the days ride.
A few miles out of Cutback we were greeted with a firetruck from the early 1900’s, a few harley riders, and a herd of cop cars to escort us into Cutbank. Riding into towns with escorts is such exhilarating VIP treatment! Cutbank has been so incredibly welcoming - we’ve met so many fascinating people.
xoxo,
JT
sidenote: Regina Noch (Reid's mom) showed up to one of our rest stops in a baby blue 1964 Ford Fairline..... Spontaneous dream car purchase?!
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