Now how in the hell have I used that title before?!?!
After work last night a coworker and I rode our bikes from work over to Free Flite in Sandy Springs to do their Wednesday night group ride. There was a small group assembled, perhaps seven, when we arrived and we were rolling by 6:30pm.
The course was advertised as 18 miles at an average pace of 13-15 mph, and no drop. Things went great for the first 5-10 miles at which point we regrouped before a long, slight incline followed by a much longer, steep, winding decline. There was a joke amongst the group about a guy who turned the wrong way at the bottom of the this decline and lost the group. I guess that the joke is now on me for I believe it was said “At the flashing yellow light don’t turn left.” but my mind registered “At the flashing yellow light turn left.” The incline split the group and when I reached the flashing yellow light at the bottom of the decline with no one around, I turned left. It was about halfway up the next incline I encountered after turning left that I realized that I had probably fucked up.
Will cellphone in hand I realized that I neither had the phone number of my coworker nor the skill (and knowledge of the course) to ride to catch the group. So I improvised my ride. About five minutes later my phone started to ring. My coworker, who had tracked down my cell phone number, called me to tell me that he had lost the group too. I explained my mess up, and fortunately we weren’t too far apart, so I rode to him. From there he and I created our own path back to the office.
If the MapMyRide app is to be believed I rode a little more than 22 miles last night, and during one of the severe declines hit a top speed of 48 mph(!).
A Return To Trivia
Tonight the three amigos, well two amigos and one amiga, will be returning to Midtown Tavern. There we will spend the $30 in house cash that we have earned in an attempt to win $30 to replace it.
It’s As If REI Was Reading My Mind (Or Blog)
Tomorrow I will be fighting the crowds at REI to spend my 2014 dividend as well as a lot more money on some new camping gear. I have decided to replace the 8-year-old tent whose tent pole I snapped last weekend with a new tent.