When we passed a weigh station on Hwy 26 east of Portland, I figured it was calibrated for vehicles in the multi-ton neighborhood and pedaled past it at a crawl. We weighed our bikes and trailers before we left, mine came in at 127 lbs., but that was before adding food, water, batteries, and a few incidentals and I left it to the imagination to account for the last few pounds. Phil is more of an empiricist.
He rolled over the truck scale and registered a GVW of 350 pounds.
These bikes are heavy. Even with reasonably stout frames and wheels, they feel like noodles underway and descending faster than about 20 miles per hour brings on a speed wobble crescendo that I think could easily run out of control.
Fortunately we made it to Government Camp after scaring up some side roads that got us off the highway. A few photos are stuck on here, but keep on eye on Instagram for tomorrow’s first ski attempt: Mt. Hood.