The Goose Chase and Some More

Well I am use to the diet, my body has came around and is working as normal or as normal as the 62 year old parts work.

Started the 30 mile loop of the Goose Chase did the first 15 with a 13.7 average, but #1 son could not go on. Actually he asked to go to the Para-Medics. He took off strong but there was a snag in the course directions and he went down hard in the first quarter mile. It was quick, he was 3rd and I was about 8th he and the bike were up-right, not bleeding yet and said he was fine as I went by. He soon caught up with me and told me what had happened. He is nursing a beautiful road rash from his right buttocks down to his right ankle. He even got a few thumbs up from the employees at Bike Source when we took his bike in to straighten the rear derailleur. That really raised his spirits. On the plus side it was really nice to actually ride with him for a change. Other than that mishap and the route mileage was off quite a bit, it was a great event. There was a new venue this year and it was laid out in a city park, with plenty of room for vendors, aid stations, and a beer garden that was quite busy. Some small problems but it will be worth coming back next year.

As far as “some more” goes, a pet peeve popped up again. Actually it was about a month ago and I still haven’t been able to let it go. I had complained before about the inconsiderate “Super Stars” and the way they sometimes pass. I have been used for passing practice before but I don’t think this incident was right in any manner. I was finishing up a twenty mile ride on a long gradual incline. It was a closed two lane road that is in very good shape. No big deal but there was an enormous head wind. I don’t mean a stiff breeze but an actual wind. Normal speed in the stretch for me, and I do get passed there a lot, is right about 12 mph. That day I was straining at 5 mph attempting to roll in a straight line. Now I’m sure, all of you have all came up on someone who you can recognize as obviously having a bad time. I know I have, and I give them room as well as let them know I am there. I do on occasion pass someone. I digress, back to the “Super Star”, on a two lane road with no other bike in site. As I stated I’m struggling and wobbling then without warning, I see a front wheel next to me which appeared very close. Close, an understatement, BOOM, his arm hits my elbow. Now as I’m stupidly expecting some verbal grunting coming from him all decked out in his green team jersey, shorts and socks, but noooo, he was a true “Super Star”. He got off the seat moved over to what would have been an oncoming lane and pedaled like he was possessed, till he was out of sight.

OK, now I can let it go, and it is time to go.

Till Next Post
Ride Hard, Ride Safe, But Ride.

“G”