Sunday, July 20, 2008
I made a big mistake on my ride today. Fresh off the plane from Saratoga Springs, New York, I rode down Summit and headed for the High Bridge. My legs were tired from a lack of miles the last week and also from the 2,000 foot mountain climb I did on Saturday. Anyway, a block before the High Bridge, there was Andy Frye, on a ride, stopped trying to fix his brake. He got it working and I rode up the High Bridge with him. He dropped me at the 2nd to last stop light on Smith Avenue... I was hurting carrying 180 up the climb (I know, my own fault). We continued on and he buried me on the next climb... It was like he was a rocket shot out of a cannon! He's in shape. We rode back down the High Bridge and went up the Irvine climb together. About 3/4ths of the way up, he took off again! Thankfully, he waited up for me. We rode west on Summit and down to River Blvd. From there, we went south to Ford Parkway. He crossed the bridge for home while I made a U-turn and did the same thing. I ran into an old ski and mountain bike buddy, Bill Quinn, who was out riding a three speed. I got in 21 1/2 miles.