Well, 'tis the season for the start of winter training rides. Our first weekly northshore winter training ride will be on Saturday and, brrrrrrr, it might be all the way down to the mid-50s when we start. Not that I'm complaining. Last year we had some great rides in November and December and I think everybody is looking forward to some nice long rides in the country. I know I am. Sunday Kenny is getting a Tour of New Orleans ride together that will make a big 55-mile loop from the river to the lake and from Kenner to the "East." Should be fun. Hopefully I can make them both. I decided it was finally time to move the southshore meeting spot for the northshore winter rides from The Morning Call to Starbucks. If I'm going to pay big bucks for a cup of coffee, at least Starbucks gives me an adult-sized cup and besides, I don't use coffee just to add a little flavor to a cup of warm milk. But I digress...
So the morning levee ride was again awash in fog as it was yesterday. We had maybe nine or ten today, which is good under the circumstances, and the only minor irritation was that they had dumped water on the levee crossing road at the riversand place. I'm really getting tired of having river mud splattered all over me and my bike every morning. Just that one 10 foot stretch makes a complete mess of everything. I've got sandy mud all over my shoes, bike, shorts, water bottle, and if we're going fast, glasses and helmet. The other day Ronnie started out with us and when we got there we all slowed down to minimize the splatter. Once across, Max, who was just in front of me, stood up and looked back. "I just want to see if Ronnie is going to walk his bike across," he said. A minute later he commented "Ronnie turned around!"
The saga of the LCCS championship jerseys continues. It is looking more and more like UPS lost them and/or they were stolen off of the front porch of the house to which they were misdelivered. UPS says they were delivered to the right address, which we all know is a lie. Then the tracking page says they were being returned to the sender, but the driver who handles the route told The Wife that he didn't know where they were because when he went to pick them up, they weren't there. Now we're waiting out a one-week "Tracer," but I am starting to doubt they will ever show up. So if you happen across some LAMBRA jerseys on eBay or something, they're hot. I'm at least glad that I decided to get awards for all of the winners, including those who get jerseys, this year.
The good news is that George shipped my jacket and camera back, so I'm hoping they show up as planned in a few days. They're coming via the US Postal Service, so I have reason to worry. The USPS people here in NOLA are still blaming Katrina any time they screw up or just blow off delivering the mail altogether.
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