ADVENTURE BY BIKE®
It was about 3:30 in the afternoon and for the second time that day I found myself alone. Well alone, as in no humans, because if you counted the pig farm 200 yards from me I guess I wasn’t technically alone.
I looked around. The rain had just started, the pigs wouldn’t shut up, it was a foggy, cloudy mix that just looked cold, and I had broken off a second stick in my mud packed fork.
I was trying to get the mud out because I knew if I couldn’t I would end up with the second tire sidewall rip of the day. I looked around, no luck on other sticks; plus they were probably all water soaked anyway. I didn’t know it at the time but it already rained almost 2 inches and it was about to rain a lot more.
I finally hopped back on the bike, trying to make sure I sat softly so as to be careful with my already sore butt. I began pedaling and finishing off my second Cosmic Brownie by Little Debbie. I was glad I brought those things. Who knew you could pack so many calories and fat grams into two little squares? But it seems the experts at Little Debbie do the impossible everyday.
I got back into my cadence but dreaded the already rain-soaked gravel roads as the rain was just pouring on now. I had been riding with Matt Brown but he was now ahead of me and I didn’t see anybody behind me. I had ridden most of the day with a great and very strong group of riders – Charlie Tri, Charlie Farrow, Jason Buffington, and Tim Ek. Joe Meiser and John Gorilla had also ridden with us for awhile but at a B road made their breakaway. Those two guys were riding with the strength of many men. I believe in the winter they go to Siberia and bike up mountains very similar to Rocky Balboa in Rocky IV.
I'd been lucky enough to ride with this select, strong group of veterans for awhile until my first flat. I then borrowed some duct table from Cory “Cornbread” Godfrey and kept moving till this latest B road. Where, once again, my fork clogged up again and put me next to the pig farm poking out the miniature adobe house from under my fork crown.
So maybe you’re asking 'What were you doing?' Well I would answer in the best old Western movie voice I have, “The Trans Iowa lad.”
If you have heard of the Trans-Iowa well then you know just what I’m talking about, but if not...then it’s just 315 miles of what I just described. Bring a whole box of Little Debbies.
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1. Yeah, I grew up in Soddy Daisy, and no, I don't drive the General Lee. 2. I've been in love with riding bikes off road since I first discovered the trail across my neighborhood to my friend Scott's house. 3. Not much better than seeing the world from a bike seat. 4. MacGyver really was one of my inspirations to become an engineer.