As far as writing goes, this post is pretty disjointed. I’ve no big stories to share or news to report: Just little bits and pieces, odds and bods – or whatever euphemism you choose to employ for loosely connected and rambling thoughts.
Over the weekend I rode the Boulder in BikeMo 2017. As we have for the past several years, we rolled out of Rocheport, Missouri, down a steep hill, across a couple of rollers, and then out onto a long, very flat and straight road into Booneville. From there it was all up and down, looping back and ending with a long slog back up that very steep hill to the finish. I’m pretty happy with my ride performance over the first half of the ride – I mostly kept up with the fast kids on the flats, and I outpaced most everyone on the early climbs. As usual, I burned my fuel sooner rather than later, but found myself in good spirits as I made that final climb up to the winery and the bluffs overlooking the Missouri River. The best news of all was that the weather was incredible for August – heck, it was incredible for any day of the year.
The Compass tires on my Boulder got their final ride on BikeMo 2017. I’ve run them for about 10,000 kilometers longer than I have any right to. And even though they’re so thin you can practically see through them, I’m hanging on to them as emergency back ups.
So Baby is wearing new shoes this week. A new pair of Compass Stampede Pass tires replaces the old ones, and Baby seems to like them just fine.
Earlier this week I joined the Tuesday Evening Taco Ride out of Spokes Cafe in downtown Kansas City. As a general rule I tend to avoid group rides, but this is a fun group that isn’t populated with S.A.S.C.s [Serious As Shit Cyclists]. It’s a no-drop, mixed group/mixed ability group ride, and there are tacos at the end.
You know? Tacos? What’s not to like? Right?
We do a ride through downtown, through the River Market, across the Missouri and then do a fast loop on a road that circles the downtown airport before heading back the way we came. That “fast loop” is the one concession to speed, and about six or seven riders ride it in top gear. Although I was on my Boulder rather than a speed bike, I felt like I held my own and finished with the top of the group. The best bike thing I’ve heard in a while was the carbon fiber guy at the end of the loop who told me, “Man, I’m embarrassed to admit that I drafted behind such a big bike!” I’m not sure if he was really referring to my 60cm bike with the fat tires, or me – either way, it’s nice to know the carbon fiber crowd can find it in their hearts to appreciate a good steel framed bike.
I’ve been mixing it up this week, heading out on different bikes. My ’89 Paramount has seen some road time, as did the L’Avecaise this evening. I even got out the Freschi Supreme Super Cromo for a short and very sparkling ride.
More great weather is in the forecast for the coming days and I plan to take full advantage of every opportunity to hit the road.