pbbob
07-19-2010, 07:11 AM
Just got back from the ride. Terre Haute to Richmond. 160 miles.
Geez, what a long and boring bike ride!
But first, I flew SWA. I got to the counter to check in. The agent said to me, Where you going Robert?
Indinaplis.
what kind of bike do you have?
custom made.
Carbon?
steel.
Not much of a conversation but much better than the usual which goes something like:
Bicycle?
Yes
Show me the money.
I got to the start of the ride on saturday with 2 goals. 1. finish strong and 2. look marvelous at the end.
So I left about 7 with 1300 to 1500 similar minded knuckleheads for a long day of 90 plus degree weather and a tiny breeze. First 44 miles down old highway 40 were slightly rolling and uneventful. yawn.
Got to just outside Plainfield [what an unimaginative name for a town, but first time I had been there since I was 3 years old] when I saw one of the most disturbing sights in all of recreational cycling.
Some guy was sitting in the grass, surrounded by a couple of his buddies, stroking his mini-pump.
Guys.
Please.
Get a room or get a zefal!
Stopped at the rest stop down the road for an extended period of time due to gi problems. Then the ride turned to go on a detour through the south of the capital city. Stop light after stop sign after stoplight on rough torn up roads and streets. And then on a short potholed stretch a rather extra plus sized helmetless woman on a harley rolls along side of me at 15 mph and says, "can I race with you?" :crap:
Why is it I always look mahvelous to all the wrong people?
There was a lunch stop at mile 91. One word description. Unsanitary. But I carried my own lunch, so no big deal. Good luck to everyone who stopped and ate something.
Eventually we got back to highway 40 and it was a straight fast florida flat ride into Richmond. Hot. no shade. some fields. Ignore the scenery and just get the damn ride over with.
But still it was a nice weekend to be away.
I accomplished my goals. I finished strong after all the gi problems and my fan club has grown by 1 person.
Geez, what a long and boring bike ride!
But first, I flew SWA. I got to the counter to check in. The agent said to me, Where you going Robert?
Indinaplis.
what kind of bike do you have?
custom made.
Carbon?
steel.
Not much of a conversation but much better than the usual which goes something like:
Bicycle?
Yes
Show me the money.
I got to the start of the ride on saturday with 2 goals. 1. finish strong and 2. look marvelous at the end.
So I left about 7 with 1300 to 1500 similar minded knuckleheads for a long day of 90 plus degree weather and a tiny breeze. First 44 miles down old highway 40 were slightly rolling and uneventful. yawn.
Got to just outside Plainfield [what an unimaginative name for a town, but first time I had been there since I was 3 years old] when I saw one of the most disturbing sights in all of recreational cycling.
Some guy was sitting in the grass, surrounded by a couple of his buddies, stroking his mini-pump.
Guys.
Please.
Get a room or get a zefal!
Stopped at the rest stop down the road for an extended period of time due to gi problems. Then the ride turned to go on a detour through the south of the capital city. Stop light after stop sign after stoplight on rough torn up roads and streets. And then on a short potholed stretch a rather extra plus sized helmetless woman on a harley rolls along side of me at 15 mph and says, "can I race with you?" :crap:
Why is it I always look mahvelous to all the wrong people?
There was a lunch stop at mile 91. One word description. Unsanitary. But I carried my own lunch, so no big deal. Good luck to everyone who stopped and ate something.
Eventually we got back to highway 40 and it was a straight fast florida flat ride into Richmond. Hot. no shade. some fields. Ignore the scenery and just get the damn ride over with.
But still it was a nice weekend to be away.
I accomplished my goals. I finished strong after all the gi problems and my fan club has grown by 1 person.