The organizer and great provider, Mike T, chose a superb 40-mile route and was up at o'dark thirty marking the roads. Additionally, he parked his car in BFE to ensure we had a full sag stop.
Google Earth Map of our route. Love the GPS!
We started the ride in the afternoon with promises of pizza, ice cream, and music to follow.
Some neighborhood kids insisted on being in the picture. Too cute.
SS = Slow Spokes; Left Turn!
All smiles at the start of the ride!
Jim T & The Good-Looking Thurston, Jeremy.
Finding some shade.
Continuing after a LONG rest stop, a few of us rode ahead when I had to stop, again, to take another picture as we rode through this little village.
This one is worth double sign sprint points. *Snicker*
While taking another short break, I swear I heard thunder. Was the sky a little darker? Nah. We dismissed the noise as people messing with their boats or something else less daunting. As a group, we left the state park area where we came upon my favorite Dan Henry on the ride.
And that way we went.
At this point, we are questioning whether or not we will get wet. The skies were looking more and more ominous. However, wasn't the storm moving away from us? Why, yes, there's a chance we won't get hit by lightening or drowned like a rat. I don't know which would have been worse, getting wet or huddling together under a 4x4 awning of some church.
That was the last picture I took since a guy stopped us to tell us the radar looked bad. Duh. He also explained that by bad, he meant lots of RED. Because he was a in a big Ford truck with a full-size bed, I asked which way he was going. He pointed at the nearby church and said, "I'm going over there to wait out the storm." What now?
We all decided to try to ride the remaining 5-6 miles and beat the storm.
We didn't make it. The rain came softly at first. Mike P predicted the squall line that would soon hit us. Do you know the sound of corn rustling in the wind just before a storm approaches? We heard that a couple miles back and smiled sheepishly knowing our fate would be grim. What fools to think we had tricked mother nature.
The sheets of rain stung our arms, faces, and legs as it lashed out at us for being so naive. The sunscreen I had bathed in before the ride was now running in to my eyes. Blowing from the side, the wind made pedaling forward nearly impossible as we were trying to maintain balance and not get pushed to the ditch or into each other. Our line of sight was short, which means it was short for cars who were not expecting cyclists on the road. Indeed, just after Mike P & Mom crossed the old highway, they witnessed two cars crashing; oddly both drivers took off running. Weird.
We made it back--dripping wet. After quick showers we headed to the local favorite restaurant, Bobe's Pizza and then to a coffee bar, Cherry Ghost, for some great entertainment. Let it be known, Devin Kessler is an awesome musician. When he plays in Bloomington, I'm encouraging everyone to see him. Here's a YouTube link I found while Googling him.
Sadly, we didn't have ice cream, but the entertainment made up for the lack of dessert. Perhaps next year it will be called the DCSSP&M ride (Music instead of Ice Cream). I sincerely hope not.
Here are a few more pics from the ride. Thanks Mike T for a great ride and thanks to Josh for supper!
Picture in the Cherry Ghost restroom.
Mo & Mike - the inspiration for the ride.
Is that Mario Cipollini? No, it's the manimal and the good-looking Thurston.
Mom & Ange