Yesterday afternoon, I returned to (ACA) Adventure Cycling Assoc. for the photo session with Greg. He is a great guy and makes one feel very comfortable in an uncomfortable setting. Being a “model” is not something I do well. His “studio” is a drop sheet at the shipping dock and a hanging scale to weigh the bike. It escapes me now, but I think I guessed the bike weighed 72 pounds (32.6 kg) and if I recall correctly, it was 85 pounds (38.5 kg). Have I added a few things along the way? Maybe. The good news is, there are many that are heavier.
I spent most of the day trying to find a place to stay in Missoula that wouldn’t break the bank. I had a promise from Julie, who works at ACA, that she would have room for me in their basement, should I find nothing. That is eventually where I ended up.
It was my intention to spend the afternoon in the Rose Memorial Park with my ham radio but the weather had other ideas. There were thunder storms rolling through the area and I really hated to put up an antenna to attract lightning, not to mention having to set up the equipment and then quickly tear down as rain approached. I gave up the idea and just hung around having tea, donuts, and an evening meal at a Chinese restaurant.
Julie takes a group of women out on a long ride after work, but told me I could go to her place, her spouse would be there to let me in, and he was. I met the cat and was shown a bed in the basement and almost immediately was unconscious in a deep sleep by around 8:30 pm. Even though I had hardly ridden all day, I needed sleep.
