This morning it seemed somewhat darker than usual when I left home at 6 am. I looked to the east hoping it was due to clouds, but it was mostly clear, leaving me no choice but to acknowledge the sad fact that our hemisphere is once again beginning its tilt away from the sun. As if to drive home the point, the air felt unusually cool - one might even say "
pleasant," keeping in mind that these things are all relative. I was riding the old Cervelo today after discovering a crack in the Orbea's handlebar stem near one of the steerer clamp bolts. That pretty Thompson stem was really nice, so I'm kind of disappointed about that. It's really rather unusual that I actually manage to break stuff like that. It must have been the awesome force generated by my massive shoulders when I sprint.
So the group today started out smaller than usual. Woody and Tim were absent, which didn't surprise me since Woody had said something last weekend about taking a week off. However, making a rare appearance at the morning training ride was Brett R., and between him and Chad and a couple of others, the ride turned out to be fairly fast anyway. Yesterday, Pat had warned that the bike path was closed down around Destrehan. For the last couple of months they've had a temporary gravel road crossing the levee there where they are installing a big water pipe to connect the west bank's water purification system to the east bank's. It looks like we may be making an early turnaround for quite some time since it's hardly worth the trouble of going around it when the bike path ends just a couple of miles past it anyway. So we all turned around and headed back, picking up a little headwind here and there, but generally rolling along at a good clip in the mid-20s. As usual, the paceline kind of started to fall apart on the way back, but I think most everybody managed to hang on in some fashion until we got to the playground.
This morning it seemed somewhat darker than usual when I left home at 6 am. I looked to the east hoping it was due to clouds, but it was mostly clear, leaving me no choice but to acknowledge the sad fact that our hemisphere is once again beginning its tilt away from the sun. As if to drive home the point, the air felt unusually cool - one might even say "pleasant," keeping in mind that these things are all relative. I was riding the old Cervelo today after discovering a crack in the Orbea's handlebar stem near one of the steerer clamp bolts. That pretty Thompson stem was really nice, so I'm kind of disappointed about that. It's really rather unusual that I actually manage to break stuff like that. It must have been the awesome force generated by my massive shoulders when I sprint.
So the group today started out smaller than usual. Woody and Tim were absent, which didn't surprise me since Woody had said something last weekend about taking a week off. However, making a rare appearance at the morning training ride was Brett R., and between him and Chad and a couple of others, the ride turned out to be fairly fast anyway. Yesterday, Pat had warned that the bike path was closed down around Destrehan. For the last couple of months they've had a temporary gravel road crossing the levee there where they are installing a big water pipe to connect the west bank's water purification system to the east bank's. It looks like we may be making an early turnaround for quite some time since it's hardly worth the trouble of going around it when the bike path ends just a couple of miles past it anyway. So we all turned around and headed back, picking up a little headwind here and there, but generally rolling along at a good clip in the mid-20s. As usual, the paceline kind of started to fall apart on the way back, but I think most everybody managed to hang on in some fashion until we got to the playground.
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Kenny was saying someone crashed up on the levee yesterday morning. What happened?
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