Tuesday Night Ride Summary June 1st, 2010

Help Needed: If anyone has done anything more fun than last night’s ride in the past month please tell me so I can do it. I was simultaneously unable to catch my breath or wipe the smile off my face the entire ride.

Reloading: We had three new cuts of meat for the grinder last night. If my memory was better I would tell you all of their names but it’s not so forget about it. I do remember the MSU Triathlon team youngster who just returned after an internship in Indiana, thanks for coming and attacking from the gun. One name I do remember is Jamie (sp.) who was invited by Mark Warner (Mark get me Jamie’s email), Jamie if you can read this… nice work, it was a hard and fast ride, you made it my brother. Bottom line, we keep reloading, we can’t be stopped.

The ride: what kind of a ride was it? I don’t know I am not a ride scientist. What I do know is the ride was the hardest and fastest ride yet this year. I know that everyone made it, everyone! I know that everyone left the ride feeling salty and hardcore, like a seasoned Marine with tons of trigger time. And there were bullets flying all over that mo fo. Todd started it off by getting away near the first sprint, only to be caught by Craig and Cary. Then Todd again attacked two miles from the second sprint with Craig in tow, we thought we could hold off that pack of wolves but it wasn’t to be… Fast Freddie hunted me down and then ate Todd raw within sight of the sprint line, bones and all. Chris was feeling left out after winning ‘most aggressive rider’ last week so he started firing too. Todd got honors for the first KOM with a blistering attack. Heading out of Leslie twenty four fire breathing dragons were flying over the countryside, everyone was in on it, it was fast. I took the 2nd KOM with Jeff a close second, but no one was interested in any gifts and they attacked, game on, were doing forty down the back side now, everyone is still there. About a mile out from the Mason sprint Mike Williams must have been using the seatpost motor Cancellara used to get a 100 yard gap, or he is really that strong, but this group was not letting him go. I could literally hear Cary breathing down my neck but nipped him at Mason city limit line. Life is good.