Hung Out to Dry
As I sat outside Amante Coffee waiting for the 10:30 "so-pro" group ride (which was actually at 10), I must have counted 50 cyclists heading out of town. This is not counting the 10 other lycra clowns (including myself) putting in their chamois time chilling, armed w/ a fully loaded cup of jitter juice. I love this town!
I ended up riding with an old friend, Dan "Gone Euro" Bowman, who is actually leaving tomorrow for 8 weeks, racing the French Cups in Europe. I met Bowman back in my Fort Lewis days and it is amazing how many our our "og" clan is making it today as professional cyclists.
Well today I got worked, maybe it was the 40 mph head-winds, maybe the relentless climbs, maybe Bowman's superstar status, or maybe it was just the Powerbar stuck in my mouth with a heart rate hovering around 180. Regardless, I felt like I was hung out to dry. Btw, Bishop sent me this... it gives that saying a whole new meaning...