…like they used to.
explains maybe why kenny souza was unbeatable for 5 straight years, and at 51 minutes up palomar was much better than any multisport cyclist, ever, and no one has ever come close since.
he (after getting fat and staying that way for 10 years and now deciding to get back into shape) went on a 100 mile ride with paul thomas two days ago, from san diego, to orange county and back.
partway in, the dares and bets started. they kept riding, tho paul had one set of clothing, no money, no credit card, no ID. they ended up in san dimas, 122 miles later, and stayed at kenny’s parents house.
yesterday they rode to pasadena, then over angeles forest hwy and to here (about 95 miles, net 4000’ elevation gain, 3 times that much overall elevation). they stayed at monty’s last night, monty told them to borrow his van and drive home and bring it back some other time.
instead they got up this morning, left at 6:30, rode up to the top of the angeles crest (8000’), tho the road was closed and snow covered parts of it, then down the other side to azusa (over another closed road covered with debris, hwy 39), then down to san dimas, and out to the coast at long beach, turned left, kept riding, and just pulled in to san diego. 175 miles.
last night paul had big blisters on his feet. i lent him some second skin in a spray can. he stole it, took it with him (3rd day riding, same clothes) and halfway throught the ride sprayed it on his raw crotch. “worst pain i ever felt in my life,” sez he, “kenny almost couldn’t ride he was laughing so hard.”
that’s the mentality it takes to be a champ, and the brain’s still there even if you’re not a pro any longer.