It seems that everything has been just a bit off-balance lately. The weekend started out with a nice cool morning ride out toward the lakefront on Saturday. It was cool enough to warrant a little extra wind protection as I made my way to Starbucks looking forward to a hot cup of coffee. With the days getting noticeably shorter by the day, it was still quite dark as I rode across City Park on Harrison Avenue. There wasn't a car in sight, so I rode in the traffic lane rather than the bike path since there's sometimes a bit of debris on the path that my little blinky light wasn't going to pick up early enough to avoid a nasty surprise. The Saturday Giro had a brisk northeast wind to deal with, making for a hard ride on the way out and a fast one on the way back. I was feeling pretty good and got in a good workout.
It wasn't until much later in the day that I learned that Robin, who had dropped off of the group on the way out, had been hit from behind by a truck that was reportedly going around 50 mph. The truck crushed his rear wheel and he was thrown up onto the hood. The driver, who hadn't been looking where he was going, looked down at him on the ground and asked, "What do you want me to do?" Robin responded, "Call 911." No kidding? At least the driver, who apparently didn't have insurance, stuck around. Robin spent the next two days in the hospital with fractures in three vertebrae and a whole lot of pain. Of course, it could have been a whole lot worse, so we can at least be thankful for that. Since it was the MS Tour weekend around here, turnout for the Giro was a little lower than usual, especially on Sunday. We still got in a pretty good workout, but toward the end the group really split up a lot. I came over the Seabrook bridge with one other rider who continued on Leon C. Simon when I turned onto Lakeshore Drive, and then soft-pedaled for quite a while so I wouldn't have to ride back home alone.
I've felt like I've been in a fog since Monday, however. I think I may have a little sinus infection or something, as often happens this time of year. I always seem to have trouble adapting to spectacular weather. This morning I woke up with a stiff neck and stuffy nose, just like the last two mornings. Of course, I went out to ride anyway. The Wednesday group was relatively big, with a dozen or so riders in attendance. The ride itself was fairly typical with moderate speeds and long pulls, and although I felt a little better by the time I got home, something still seems a bit off-balance. On the plus side, I finally picked up the LCCS awards for 2010 about eight months later than I should have, and in the process placed the order for the 2011 ones. Maybe I need to get a little more sleep.....
It wasn't until much later in the day that I learned that Robin, who had dropped off of the group on the way out, had been hit from behind by a truck that was reportedly going around 50 mph. The truck crushed his rear wheel and he was thrown up onto the hood. The driver, who hadn't been looking where he was going, looked down at him on the ground and asked, "What do you want me to do?" Robin responded, "Call 911." No kidding? At least the driver, who apparently didn't have insurance, stuck around. Robin spent the next two days in the hospital with fractures in three vertebrae and a whole lot of pain. Of course, it could have been a whole lot worse, so we can at least be thankful for that. Since it was the MS Tour weekend around here, turnout for the Giro was a little lower than usual, especially on Sunday. We still got in a pretty good workout, but toward the end the group really split up a lot. I came over the Seabrook bridge with one other rider who continued on Leon C. Simon when I turned onto Lakeshore Drive, and then soft-pedaled for quite a while so I wouldn't have to ride back home alone.
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