Spinnin' n' Grinnin'
Before I forget (and they remove it from the site), check out the letter and comment about VJ and how his Park pedal wrench saved him during Hurricane Katrina. Just to whet your appetite: "After four hours in a empty, dark attic and the realization of no way out and with water still rising I had to swim down and look for tools to break out of the attic. After a few seconds of floating furniture and bobbing appliances in the dark the only things I could find was my flashlight and park pedal wrench."
It was cool and crisp and clear this morning for the first NOBC Northshore winter training ride, but I guess it was the strong North wind that kept the group size down to only nine. That wind, unfortunately, was right in our faces for the first twenty miles or so as we worked our way up over the Watchtower hill and through scenic downtown Enon. It was strong enough to eliminate any attempt at a sprint as we rolled into Enon. Mike Lew was on hand with tales of his recent trip to South America and Interbike. What made me laugh? Mike's talking with some of the U.S. cycling cognoscenti, and a certain Michael F. mentions this guy he rode with down South that everybody called "Olmo Man." Mike chimes in and tells him who Olmo Man is (he raced here for a long time and Mike did a lot of riding with him), and Mr. F. leans over and, in classic style, whispers "It's a small world ... always park the car *behind* the hotel."
So anyway, we finally got some of the tailwind for which we had paid so dearly and had a really nice ride back. Except for one stretch coming back into Enon, the order of the day was strictly "spin and grin." We had a couple of new guys on the ride today, Sam (yellow jersey) and Tim (red). My own legs weren't feeling all that great today - still a little sore from yesterday's Giro, I guess.
It was cool and crisp and clear this morning for the first NOBC Northshore winter training ride, but I guess it was the strong North wind that kept the group size down to only nine. That wind, unfortunately, was right in our faces for the first twenty miles or so as we worked our way up over the Watchtower hill and through scenic downtown Enon. It was strong enough to eliminate any attempt at a sprint as we rolled into Enon. Mike Lew was on hand with tales of his recent trip to South America and Interbike. What made me laugh? Mike's talking with some of the U.S. cycling cognoscenti, and a certain Michael F. mentions this guy he rode with down South that everybody called "Olmo Man." Mike chimes in and tells him who Olmo Man is (he raced here for a long time and Mike did a lot of riding with him), and Mr. F. leans over and, in classic style, whispers "It's a small world ... always park the car *behind* the hotel."
So anyway, we finally got some of the tailwind for which we had paid so dearly and had a really nice ride back. Except for one stretch coming back into Enon, the order of the day was strictly "spin and grin." We had a couple of new guys on the ride today, Sam (yellow jersey) and Tim (red). My own legs weren't feeling all that great today - still a little sore from yesterday's Giro, I guess.
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