Go, you chicken fat, go away!

After last week's 35 mile ride I thought I should be able to do a 50 mile ride if I keep to a relatively flat course.  So I set out to ride 50 miles around the Mesa city limits.  I took a water bottle, a Gel, and a pack of Shot Bloks.  I should have brought some snacks with some salt in them, but I survived.  First I headed toward the ghetto.  I could tell the wind would not be cooperating.  But I'm so stubborn that I tried to ignore it.  Dobson Road is not a good road to ride a bike on.  I know that now.  But it was nice when there was road construction and I was going faster than the traffic.  I also hit some traffic near Hohokam Park where the Chicago Cubs play during spring training.  There was a game about to start.  One scalper asked me if I needed tickets.  His friend said, "Nah man.  He's riding a bike!"  I laughed.  It was a gorgeous day out.  As I approached northeast Mesa, I started the climb up.  It wasn't as significant as the climb up Usery Pass last week, but it was still a pretty good climb.  Going downhill is always the best.  But it does put pressure on your hands.  Then I got to my old neighborhood.  It was nostalgic to see where I used to run back when I started running again 6 years ago.  There was some road construction blocking the road.  Luckily I knew my way through my old neighborhood.  By this time my butt was barely hanging on to my body.  My legs were getting numb.  And the wind was taking it's toll on me.  But I knew it was all downhill, so I just cruised in.  When I got home I was disgusted to see my Garmin said 49.61 miles.  I had to ride to the end of the street and back to make it 50.00 even.