I took the Reverend’s advice and ripped my fingers from the tendrils that had me sprouting into the keyboard.
This is the spot the kudzu reference goes in order to establish oneself as a distinctly Southern writer, please supply your own metaphor- and make me look good. I rolled out for a 3.5 hour Thursday solo ride. I would call it a visionquest, but I was so distracted and sporadic in pace it was more of a glancequest.
I was still in the old neighborhood when a lady waved me down. She had gotten turned around on a walk and was terribly confused and exasperated. I called Mickey for back-up and he came right away to load her and her walker into the pickup and deliver her to her independent living community from which she had escaped. She was terribly embarassed and asked us not to tell anyone, as her son would get worried. Other than being lost, she seemed fine, charming and a little sad.
We decided to keep her secret for now, except for sharing it with the internet, and trust that she is making decisions in her best interest. Did we do the right thing? It is a tough situation to be forced to choose between respecting personal dignity and avoiding liability at best, if not outright irresponsibility. She likes to walk, and you know someone would put an end to that if they knew she got lost.
Anyway, for once, input on this topic is appreciated as it woke me up at 5:30 this morning.
And now- onto more serious matters.
Bike-chain is sponsoring the Red Bug Challenge tomorrow morning so go get your fillings knocked out racing the roots.
I saw Tom Brown Park yesterday for the first time since the scraping of the earth occurred and ask me what I felt when I saw it? Nothing, maybe mild relief. Yawn, next!
I hooked up with this fellow, Tyler, you may have heard of him by now. He is quite infamous for having one less arm than the rest of us, and hammering the Cadillac trail into dust on a daily basis. I chased him through the Cadillac and over to Pedrick Greenway. About 2 miles into the Greenway lap he rode away from me. I think he was going about 25 mph. Once he was gone from sight I immediately ate all my food and drank all my water as is customary in a survival situation.
It took about two hours for me to get home after that.
I passed Dogboy flying along the Fern Trail and we stopped to chat. It was almost dark and everyone on the trail was lit up. That’s twice in a week I have seen him in the woods. Somebody sell him a real mountain bike and be done with it. Facilitate the transition from road to trail.
What else? Oh so much more.
A couple of the Bike Church zombies, Thing One and Thing Two, won the men’s Sport class 12 hours of Santos. That’s right- first and second. Big ups to John and Keith (not their real names.) Team Little Debbie, comprised of Bushy, Girl Bushy, Pa Ingalls, and Pain Cave Tommy took 6th in a packed co-ed division. Good work everyone.
Now say it with me- racing is stupid- especially if you are slow and easily distracted. Or overly emotional. Other that that I am sure it is great fun.
Due for a blood sugar crash in about two hours-
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Here is a cute number worn by Pa Ingalls, courtesy of the Santos Gift Shop.