Riding Weather

The moment I stepped out the door this morning a strange thought crossed my mind, "Arm warmers?" Naaaaa! OK, but it really was noticeably cooler this morning, at least for a couple of hours or so. You could sum it all up with three words: Nice riding weather. The winds we've been battling all week had finally died down, the temperature was just about as good as it gets, and the humidity was low enough to have me looking for that tube of chap-stick that spends all summer down in the bottom of my race bag. It was an opportune time to be thinking about arm-warmers, too, because I'm going to have to find them tonight because we're heading up to the frozen north (aka Georgia) where morning temperatures may dip well into the 50s!!! Seriously, though, the low temperature is supposed to be 58, so the arm-warmers might not even be necessary, especially since things start going uphill pretty quickly. Well, maybe not "quickly," but "right away." Anyway, I'm sure it will take less than the advertised 11,000 feet of climbing to get warmed up. It's looking like we'll have some great riding weather up there. We're planning on hitting the road around 6 am tomorrow for the 9 hour drive to the land where people actually have the accent that Hollywood thinks we have in New Orleans, thanks to "Gone with the Wind." I think we'll be taking Kenny's 4-door truck which he said is real roomy. With five people, it will probably be kind of a long trip. Since we'll be staying at a friend of Steve's right there in Dahlonega, GA where the ride starts and taking just one car, it shouldn't strain the bank account too much. I mean after all, there's no prizelist for this one!

So this morning we had a nice little group for a typical Friday ride. Then, on the way back, I stopped at the Jefferson Playground to meet this photographer guy who had contacted me about doing a project for a new website (humidbeings.com) that looks at a cross-section of cyclists in the city. So I looked at the sample video and it looked harmless enough, so I agreed to meet him so he could take some pictures. I gave him a few names of some other riders he should track down so that people don't get the idea that most bike racers are short old guys. It should be interesting to see how it all turns out. Up in Iowa, The Daughter finally got her long-awaited scooter, which people nowadays seem to refer to as a Moped, which I just don't understand since, although it has a Mo, it definitely lacks any Peds. Leave it to the lawmakers to re-define the term to include scooters, just like they did in Louisiana where "gambling" is still technically illegal, but "gaming" is not. Just remember that when you're at the Harrah's Casino, it's just a "game," not gambling. Anyway, the key specification on the scooter was seat height, because if you're under 5' tall, you can't touch the ground with a lot of them. So now she's got a car, a scooter, and two bikes. Well, I'm still ahead on the bikes.....