Nothing unusual for today’s post. Last night I went out on a ride by myself that started at my house and headed out over Paris Mountain, down Old Buncombe, through downtown to Cleveland Park, and then to home. I made it back just as it started to rain.
I was a little disappointed because I left the house and headed over to the university before going to the mountain. I wanted to do a lap of the course I will be riding Saturday during the fund raiser. As I finished the circuit, I pushed what I thought was the lap button on the Garmin. It was the Start/Stop button.
I didn’t realize I had done that until I was near the top of Paris Mountain. All the power data of the climb was lost! I put it out of my mind just to enjoy the opportunity to enjoy a beautiful day.
As I started along the back side of the mountain I was very fearful. It was the first time going down the Furman side since my accident. To make matters worse, there was a level of fine sand in the turns along the top. The fun finally started once I got below the sandy turns.
I forgot all about the computer issues as I looked out over northern Greenville county from the top of the mountain. Out over Travelers Rest there was a thunder storm. I could see the dark clouds and the wall of rain out in the distance. There were flashes and the rolling sound of thunder, but it was so far away I had no concerns that it would reach me before I got home.
Old Buncombe introduced me to a headwind. I saw my teammate Blair heading the other direction. I envied him because he was enjoying the tailwind. Finally, I made it through downtown Greenville and to Cleveland Park.
Once there I connected with Chris Hartzler. We did several laps together. There were a good number of cyclist out. Some were just spinning along and others were hammering it pretty hard. Just as we were finishing up, I saw Kirk Flinte with, I believe, his brother.
A lot of times you can learn riders by the clothing they wear. It also helps to learn their bike. However, with Kirk it is a little harder. He is always showing up with some cool Hincapie clothes that are probably not even on the market yet.
The wind really picked up as I neared home and the temperatures dropped a bit. I figured the rain would arrive soon. After taking my bike to the garage, I went inside to change before eating some homemade enchiladas. As I exited the bedroom, the rains arrived.
What a wonderful feeling to site with happy muscles, eating a delicious meal while nice and dry, and the rain falling outside. Life is good!