The high dark clouds dominated the sky. I felt a bit chilly as my muscles warmed up. They cooled the air, kept the sun from burning through and made the vistas spectacular. Joan and I rode together as Bill spotted John in his truck. Joan's mobile app normally ticks off the miles and provides miles per hour and split averages, however today it had fantastic news for us. It said our speed was 157 mph. Wow, the oatmeal really powered my legs. It was a glitch and as it caught up with reality our rate stabilized between six and seven miles per hour.
The hook and ladder fire engine and the long bed tow truck were the excitement of the morning. They hauled up an over the side vehicle after mile marker 10.
I chatted about Tour de France news. It has been a brutal Tour this year with plenty of crashes and notable abandonments. Top Favorites gone. Mark Cavendish, Andy Schleck, Chris Fromme, Alberto Contador, Andrew Talansky, Fabian Cancellera to train for the World Championship and my favorite Ted King as Lantern Rouge. Many others battered and braised with road rash, scraped along the way: TeJay Van Garderen, Peter Sagan. The emotions of dreams ending with broken bones and real blood gushing from their arms, legs, faces and not the fake TV blood makes my daughter whince. They ride with gauze applied to their wounds with a white woven mesh to hold it in place. Perhaps this is the Tour de Mummies.
Joan and I made excellent time to the shed even stopping for the "biathlon" event of biking and then zooming with the camera lens to get up close photos. Joan went down. Matt and I went to Fork plus Four (the point of no return). Met John C. Matt's former co-worker.
Chatted with Jeff and Ken B. about frames, cassettes, lights and ocular migraines. Bill and John Cr. caught up with us.
Met Jay back at the shed. And someone who needed help with the shortest way down hill.
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