so over the...

weekend; i hit a road ride out in lorain county that crossed into ashland county. sorry no pics, i meant to bring my camera, but i forgot it. but here is the map...




we headed out with others, since we really didn't know where we were going. we headed down a bike trail to the main road. then hit the main road from there. i was in no condition to do the century. so we stuck to the half century.

as we pulled out, i thought about a quick pit stop, but no go. so we peddled on. and on. and on. we began to chase down some groups. i couldn't wait. so the thought of riding and pissing entered my mind. i've never done it, so i thought this was a good as time as any. randy thought that it would be hard with bibs. no, on the contrary; easier. i took a look back, and there were too many people behind, and too many houses around. the last thing i need was some woman calling the fuzz, and getting arrested for pissing, so i stopped in some bushes. maybe next time.

we came to the cross of fifty and hundred, and all the people are hanging around looking at each other. randy and i slowed down, and took off for the fifty. i noticed some follow, but never caught us. we stopped just around the corner in the shade for a cliff break. still nothing. i began to question...are we that good, or are they just that bad? randy assured me that they were that bad. we rolled on. the day was great. my tan lines are coming back fast. i began to hurt the last fifteen, but thanks to randy pulling most of the time in a head wind i made it.

i think i have found one of the greatest pleasures in riding. its not the bike. its not the air. lets face it; it's like bobke says 'cycling is pain.' it's not fun sometime. it hurts. so where is the pleasure? in taking off the shorts at the end of a long ride. you take them off, and you can hear your boys breath a sigh of relief. going commando. great stuff.

enjoy the weekend. thank a vet.

shalom...