Riding in the Heat
Salt. Hot.
I’ve had a lot of electrolyte tables. Mojito flavour. They appear to work as a crust of white specs starts to form on my black shorts.
My skin is slippery and brown. A film of grease under my hairs.
Shade is a relief, it cools instantly and passes.
Salt.
It’s important but it’s all I can taste.
The tarmac is reflecting back at me more heat than the sun, it sticks, it feels like the tyres merge with it.
Bidons have a light slosh. Running low.
The last climb into the heat, no shade, nowhere to hide, trying to blow someone off the wheel. It doesn’t work, of course it doesn’t. They’re stronger than me and were taking it easy.
Then, the descent back to the sea, it’s done. It’s over. Wind still not the direction or the strength I want. What a ride.
Salty snacks and cold beer. Wash under the cold tap. All done, I can relax.
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