I didn't bring the Cervelo down to N.O. this time, since we were only staying overnight, so this morning I pumped up the tires on the old Pennine. This was my first high-end racing bike, acquired around 1972 and custom built in England. For the then-princely sum of $110, you could specify the type of lugs, dropouts, fork crown, and tubing you wanted, where you wanted the chrome to be, what colors it would be painted, where you wanted braze-ons, etc. I headed out to the levee around 7 a.m., and was a little surprised how few people I ran into. Perhaps they were all doing the long ride today and since I had gone out late I had missed them.
Anyway, we eventually made our way out to the airport for our trip up to Iowa City. We flew Northwest, which means we took the long way. The first leg took us all the way up to Minneapolis. Then, we hopped onto a little turboprop for the second leg to Cedar Rapids where The Daughter met us to make the short drive to Iowa City. Along the way, she mentioned that one of her teammates had been in the ER all day. After we ate dinner, she found out that the girl has a bad case of endometriosis and they want to do surgery tomorrow. Man, this team just can't get a break. I think they are down to maybe 5 or 6 healthy gymnasts out of a team of 13.
So now I'm bikeless in Iowa and wondering what I will do tomorrow. I think I can get a free pass to the health club here on campus, so if get desperate enough, perhaps I will
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