The front passed through overnight, and Friday morning was COLD. I am so glad we did not camp. Even with partly cloudy skies and dry roads, I stopped for a full half hour or more on our first break to warm myself with a cup of hot cocoa in a gas station. Kevin was annoyed at the delay, but I’m less tolerant of the cold than he is, and his bike has a windscreen, fairing, and hand guards to keep the wind off. I’m just out there in the breeze. On went more layers until the day warmed up a bit.
It wasn’t long before we crossed into Texas, the third state on this trip that we haven’t previously ridden in before.
First thing I noticed? The higher speed limit. We crossed the border on a two lane road that would be at best 55 mph in the eastern states. In Texas? 75 mph. Heck yeah. We ticked off the miles through the flat, unremarkable Texas landscape, arriving in Austin around rush hour.
And then we got caught in horrible urban rush hour traffic, and it took what seemed like an eternity to travel the last few miles.
After detouring through downtown Austin in an attempt to navigate around the crowded highways, we finally made it to our destination for the race weekend. This was a long day; by the time we had parked, gotten our stuff inside, and walked to dinner, I was worn out. It was nice to be a comfortable room in a peaceful location. Despite the excitement at having ridden to Texas, and for the upcoming weekend, I was out like a light, and didn’t wake up until the alarm the next morning.
04/19/2013 – 375 miles. Traffic in Austin, TX is terrible.