And you are probably reading this on the 5th.
Today’s themeless post will contain a myriad of thoughts that have been bouncing around my head but have never made it into a recent post.
Much Riding, And (So Far Only) One Puncture
I managed to survive Friday night Spin class. Whew!
On Saturday morning I met up with my coworker Al and rode the Saturday morning ride from Free Flite in Sandy Springs. It was a moderately-paced 25-mile loop consisting mostly of roads that I’ve ridden on Wednesday and Monday nights. Also in attendance was Catherine (aka “Saddle Sores”), who told me that she and Dave will be having their Cheesy Tour de France party again this year. The party will be on Sunday, July 10th. Can someone send me their new address?
Yesterday I awoke and ventured out for a solo 40-mile ride using my Stone Mountain route. I only did the outer loop of Stone Mountain park so I was forced to add mileage onto the end of the route. As seems to happen every time I do this I punctured. While riding through Inman Park I may have hit a rock, and then like clockwork I heard “pfft, pfft, pfft” from the rear wheel. Dangen! A short while later I was back on the bike cautiously finishing the final four miles of my route.
Today I will be driving to do the Silk Sheets ride with Atlanta Cycling. This plan flourished on Saturday morning when Al said that he was going to ride it.
ITP Flickr Pic
“Moving At A Naked Snail’s Pace” (Bad Godesberg, Germany)
Yikes, That’s Expensive
Yesterday I met my boss, a friend of his, and a friend of hers, at Local Three for drinks/dinner. I’d never been to the establishment which is on Northside Pkwy, a little south of Paces Ferry so I was interested in meeting up with them. The establishment certainly thinks quite well of itself, at least if their prices are any indication. I had a few Great Divide Titan IPAs, at $7/bottle, and shared food — a cheese plate, a charcuterie plate, and some beet hummus — with the table. My fourth of the evening’s affair was $41, which doesn’t sound like a lot until you realize how little food we ate.
On Saturday afternoon I went to the Goethe Institute and watched Germany play Italy. It was a tense affair, and to make matters worse I had to leave at the end of regulation with the score tied 1-1 because I had a haircut appointment at Ansley Mall. As I found out post-haircut Germany prevailed in penalty kicks.
Germany will play France in the semi-finals on Thursday afternoon. Thursday could be a big day…
I Miss The Old Days
It seems a lifetime ago since I ran the Peachtree Road Race, and almost as long ago since I did the Peachtree Pub Crawl. Does the hash even do the Peachtree Pub Crawl any longer? Well, a quick peek at the Atlanta Hash website tells me they do. Shame on me for not being a better hasher.
Lining Things Up
I booked my flights to/from Denver for Colorado Invihash; I will fly to Denver on August 31st and return on September 7th. I actually considered driving to Winter Park, with hopes of overcoming the memory of the Jackmobile’s transmission failure six years ago, but that meant missing the final German class of this quarter. Since I will already miss two of the eight classes (one while I am in Iowa, one while I am in Vermont) I didn’t want to miss a third. At least I was able to get a Comfort+ seat on Delta for less than $300, so that’s not too bad.
Hope have/had a great and sage 4th of July!