When air temperatures soar, when a triker is pedaling up a long steep hill in the glaring sun, when water supply is gone or nearly so, when throat is parched and dry, and when the day’s temperatures are still climbing, it can seem like hell on a human powered tricycle!
Here are two brief clips from two separate trike journeys, the first along the Eastern Sierra Nevada Mountains in California, and the second on Highway 101, also in California. My verbal estimates of air temperature were low, as I would always find out once I reached the next area of human habitation.
These moments are really tough when they are happening, but they make for some fond memories of past times. Glad I wasn’t riding a velomobile!