The heat index factor of snickers-pudding hot officially equals Boy Blunder's melon scrambling point. It wasn't but eight hours after I concluded the scenic ride along Hwy 95 that I became violently ill. Delayed heat stroke more than likely was the culprit. So I holed up in a dark hotel room for 24 hours with liquids and hopes of a quick recovery. But as that hasn't happened, I'm reassessing that final portion of the ride.
More than likely, I will take several days off to recover, skip over Nevada and then ride across California.
I'm just glad this didn't occurr in the middle of the desert. Although I wouldn't call Hanksville a happenin' place at least it has a hotel.
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suck it up and keep riding - i rode through a bilzard in Andorra, you can deal with a little heat stoke.
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