Last night, well...we'll get to that...
Let's just say, the ride was fun. On the run out on The Powerstation, Henry commented that the County had run the motor grader over the still-open, far end of the road. Okay...no big deal...
We forged ahead.
The dirt is in good knick. Firm. Hard-packed. Smooth. And pretty fast.
Oh, and when you get to the washout, and fine the newly filled in section, thank Henry for taking time out of his day yesterday to go out and work for a couple of hours to make it passable.
Of course, it helps that he works for SCANA, and has a key to the gate.
Can't bomb through it at full speed, but it's definitely rideable, and much.
Anyway, once out to the far end, we were met with a road that resembled Koksijde...
Yeah, the County ran the grader, and turn the road into a soft, squishy sandpit. Ironically, the two "roadies" in the group were the only two to ride the entire section all the way to Eastman.
Plenty of stops, and a few folks fell over. Let the bike move under you people...loose arms...
KL said "F it", and turned around to wait for us at the gate. Wuss....
Id like to think my superior skills, and new Clement LAS rubber kept me upright...
As a reward for riding the whole section, my drivetrain sounds like sand was pouring onto it...because sand WAS poured onto it.
And the title of today's nonsense? RS was leading thru the branch chicane...I was second wheel. He ran over a good sized stick, and it kicked straight up in the air, and into my face. I saw it coming. I could do nothing. Felt good.
If any Columbusers want to work on their sandpit skills, now is the time. Give it a good, soaking rain, and a few dozen cars rolling thru, and it'll be smooth and fast again.
Speaking of Roubaix, the 2015 route was announced. 253km, and 53km of cobbles...
April 12th. NBCSN will be streaming it live, so figure out your HDMI cables, and direct streaming to your SMART TV. You have some time...
Time to get the day started. Gotta go get cracked and stretched.
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