Predictibly, I woke up this morning precicely an hour early. So I stumbled around the house for a while killing time and headed out to meet the Giro ride at the Lakefront a little earlier than usual. It was a good thing I did.
It's about 6:30 a.m., so the sun's not quite up yet, but it's plenty light enough, even with my sunglasses on. As I'm riding down Carrollton Avenue I look over to check out some construction they're doing to a little shop along the road and manage to roll right over some big rock. Almost came off the bike. Huge pinch-flat. You could hear the air escaping a mile away. Changed out the tube real quick and pumped it up with my nifty little Silca mini pump, and then had to hustle the next few miles to avoid missing the group. We had kind of a low-key Giro ride this morning, although there were a few fast stretches and I did make a couple of big efforts for two of the sprints, since I was feeling pretty fresh. One young guy who has been showing up for the Giro rides lately on an old Schwinn is starting to impress me. This is an early 80's Schwinn, complete with friction-shifting, center-pull brakes, suicide levers, steel rims and reflectors. We're doing 29 mph down Chef Highway, and he's right there in the paceline. Talked to him a bit after the ride. He's hoping to get a new bike (Giant TCR-1) in December. Man, that will be a big step up!
Rode back with Kenny B., who is in the process of writing an article on doping for The Racing Post. I'm supposed to send them a little writeup on Rocktoberfest. I guess I'd better get on that.
Just finished handing out about a ton of candy to the local trick-or-treaters. Our street is pretty big on halloween for some reason, and people come from all around. I guess it's all the big old spooky oak trees. We mostly hang out on the front porch until we're out of candy, which happened this year aroung 7:30.
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