Little 500, 2014
This weekend of the Indiana Bike Summit is allowing me to finish up the #30daysofbiking strong. I didn’t get a chance to post yesterday or the day before, but that wasn’t for lack of material or because I didn’t ride. I did ride! Let me go chronologically so I don’t confuse everybody. As I had mention, I’ve been testing a TREK One Series 1.2 road bike with the Energy to Action group here in Shelbyville. I took it out on a blustery Thursday afternoon to meet up with the group for an unmarked ride. Rob Springer joined us on his Concord Pacer ROTS.
Now, I happen to own the Super Sport version of this particular steel frame ten-speed Chinese Bike Boom bike, and I can tell you as I told him, that he would not be able to keep up with E2A on that bike, especially into the wind. Rob is a terrific guy and gave it a try anyhow. He was screaming along like the real deal until we got to SR9 south of Shelbyville, and stopped to text me that he was going to head back, but I circled around to meet up with him, and together we abandoned the speed daemons and headed back into town on SR9, snaked our way along the Progress Pathway, around Wally World, and over to the Babe Ruth baseball diamonds, where he terminated his ride so he could watch his kid play ball.
I pedaled back home and we both ended up with about a 16 miler. It was fun. I didn’t get to test my 1.2, but we talked the whole way about what kinds of development are going to make Shelbyville great over the coming years. I was supposed to go to Bloomington that evening for the opening of the Indiana Bike Summit and a screening of “Breaking Away,” but I really wanted to ride so I went home and ended up having that great ride with Rob.
On Friday, I woke up and headed to the Bloomington Convention Center for the first full day of presentations at the Summit. I will talk more about that in another post in which I will parse my notes. Some very good stuff, just like last year. After the presentations I got in my TARDIS and headed back home to catch E2A for their Friday afternoon “easy” ride, which by easy they mean short. It is a 20 miler out to Flat Rock and back on Columbus Road. I was doing a lot better with the new bike than I had been with my ‘cross bike, but most of the group was still up ahead of me, although I never lost sight of them. Probably a quarter mile behind them. When they came back from the turn-around, they encouraged me to “get on,” but to me, it is as much about finishing the whole route as it is anything else, so I continued to the end, and turned around. There is a place along the last mile of the ride where the Flat Rock River bumps out and re-routes the road. Roy and Gretchen had stopped there for me to catch up, explaining that they really didn’t feel like going as fast as the rest of the group was on an “easy” ride. Whether they were just being nice, I don’t know, but Roy took point and we all drafted him the rest of the way back. It was a stiff wind, and I appreciated the drafting practice, because again, I just started doing group rides and I’m going to need a lot of time to hone my group riding skills.
Flat Rock River at the turn around
At the end, we rode back to their house for a beer at their “tiki bar” out back, and then decided to go eat at A Taste of Italy. I called Tawnya up and she joined us, and it was a good meal and rollicking conversation.
I got up refreshed on Saturday morning and headed back to Bloomington to give my keynote address “Shelbyville Success Story” and then attended the rest of the presentations before we all headed over to I.U. on our bikes to watch the Little 500. The Black Key Bulls won it this year. It was awesome and I do believe I’m going to start going every year. After the race, I got back into the car and headed home with enough daylight left to get in my own 20 miler to Flat Rock and back. I saw Gretchen and Roy coming back in as I headed out. Not sure if they did the hill route or Flat Rock, but it was good to see they had the energy to do a ride after they did the SCUFFY (charity run) that morning. When I got home, I built a fire in the fire pit with the coals in the grill from the BBQ pork chops my son Steven had made for dinner, and talked to him about his summer plans until the sky turned to velvet. My total mileage for the three days was about 70 miles. Not too shabby, eh?