About a month ago I participated in probably one of the zanier events of my life. I mean, don’t get me wrong. Probably visiting a nudist resort or doing the pantsless subway ride were probably crazier but deciding to join in a one mile big wheel race was up there. Luckily I found someone to do it with me (because honestly, when you do crazy things, you kinda want someone to be crazy along with you).
A friend from work (and the same who joined me to go whale watching), Amy, decided she was up for it and, to get into the spirit, we decided to dress in an 80s theme. You know, since that was the decade it was last appropriate to ride these things. I looked around to borrow a couple of big wheels from friends who had kids but with no prospects we actually had to purchase a couple from Wal-Mart. I’ll admit, these are not true BIG wheels but they got the job done. And, for $25 a pop, they held up for us, unlike so many others…
Because this race required that you brought your own big wheel, I feel like it wasn’t as well attended as it could have been. If, instead, they had big wheels provided, there would have been many more. But for $15 (after a LivingSocial deal), could you really complain? There were LOTS of people dressed up, which is what I love about these type events. Whether it’s The Color Run or The Warrior Dash, more people are wearing costumes and silly things than NOT.
Luckily the course was almost all downhill. When the start sounded, people immediately began pedaling, pushing, or generally using their big wheel as a kind of scooter or skateboard, with a knee or foot on the big wheel while they pushed with the other. The original idea was that we would just kinda push ourselves while on the trykes but was getting us nowhere fast. I decided to try to see if I could wedge my feet into the pedals, and sure enough, we could actually pedal the damn things!
Within 3 minutes of the start, things started to fall apart…literally. I’d wager about half of the big wheels were no longer together by the end of the race with wheels coming off and rolling away, handlebars coming off in people’s hands, and big wheels generally disintegrating. A guy dressed up as Mario had his big wheel fall to multiple pieces in front of me. Luckily he yelled “Watch out for the banana peel!” and sure enough, Mario-Kart-style, I had to swerve around a banana peel that had been left behind from the carnage.
With big wheels now only broken parts, most people began walking. Amy and I joined them, less because of the state of our wheels and more because the car bringing up the rear was directly behind us and we needed to pick up the pace.
With the finish line in sight, we again started pedaling. We both had GoPros on the front of our trykes but I just haven’t had the time to edit the video (that and I suck at editing video and the video is pretty shaky). SO…I’ll give you this gem of a video to give you an idea of how much of a dork I looked while riding this thing. Also, as you can see, Amy and I are the last on the track; that black SUV is the car bringing up the end of the race.
Like all the crazy things I do, I enjoyed it. How can you not smile while pedaling like a crazy person on a tiny tricycle?
I have some fun plans ahead with fly fishing and hiking in the mountains, trapeze lessons at the end of June, Orlando and Universal Studios in July (where I’ll get another Roller Coaster checked off the list), and … Running with the Bulls in August!
What does YOUR summer look like?