Hard One

Must've been a lot of frustrated legs due to yesterday's endless rain because this morning's long levee ride was a hard one. Rob, BJ, Eddie, Donald and a few others started pounding away at the front after we got to the Country Club and it hardly eased up at all after that. We spent a lot of time around 28-30 and as usual it was just killing me. Of course, things split up a bit toward the end and somewhere around the Luling bridge it surged up into the 30s again and Francis and I decided we were close enough and sat up. There was considerably less energy available for the return trip, however, and so I spent a lot more time at the front since I had been careful not to flog my quads too badly on the way out.

Along the way, near the Huey P. bridge, we saw a truck/SUV of some sort that looked like it had plowed right into the concrete base of an industrial building. Most of the truck was off the ground, embedded in the building, and the front was completely, and I mean completely, flattened. The police and fire department was there and they had the street closed off which means there was a fatality. In fact, when we came back on our return trip they had put up red plastic sheets to keep people from seeing then extricate the victims. Sad. Looked like somebody was going way too fast on a wet River Road.



Ben S. is busy organizing a big last-minute Track Event at the Baton Rouge Velodrome this Saturday and it looks like he'll have some significant amount of cash on hand for prizes. It will probably be the biggest track meet we've had there in many years. I may even have to re-glue my tubulars and do a few events myself. He's sending me the flyer today so I can put it up on the website.

I don't usually watch baseball on TV (or for that matter football, basketball, soccer, etc.), but last night I watched Tulane play their final game to determine if they would go to the "super-regionals" game. It was actually pretty good, but somewhere around the 8th inning a thunderstorm packing a lot of lightning came along and they delayed the game for half an hour. Since it was already around 10:30, I was long asleep by the time the game resumed. Somehow they finished the game, though, and Tulane won, so I guess it was a very big night at Bruno's which has been a haven for downtrodden Tulane athletics fans for many decades. Since we live only six blocks or so from the stadium where the games were being played, we could hear the cheering every time something big happened.