know when to say when

A Washington, DC police officer who was in training to be a bike cop died last week. He and some fellow officers were on a 12-mile training ride, and he must have been pretty thirsty, because he apparently drank THREE GALLONS OF WATER during these twelve miles, and died of hyponatremia.

Now, even at the snail-like pace likely to be dictated by chubby donut-eating cops, it only takes an hour to ride 12 miles. So each gallon disappeared in about 20 minutes. Which is a quart every five minutes, which is six and a half ounces per minute, which is pretty much chugging nonstop. Folks, it is never that hot out there, and you are never that thirsty. I hope none of you even OWN three-gallon camelbaks.

Here's the Washington Post article.


Blogger sasquatch said...

I like to ride with an IV pole. My nurse rides along and keeps the IV sack full and flowing. Sometimes she even squeezes a gel or two into the IV solution, and we play a game where I guess the flavor without ever looking. My nurse is the best.

8/16/2005 9:03 AM  
Blogger annie said...

you have taste buds in your veins? cool!!

8/17/2005 9:43 AM  

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