LanceOldStrong, featured prominently in this blog, is well on his way to recovering from his June Mt. Diablo crash. He's been riding again for a while now, but today was his longest since "The Event."
Midland plotted a route, that though not pretty on paper, works out very nicely in reality. He piloted Tricia, Mr. OldStrong and my own bad self for fifty-five miles headed out over the Benicia Bridge, with not much climbing, but a ton of wind. It looks very California, with a nice mix of industry (ok, not the prettiest part of the day,) wetlands, and some beautiful oak-covered golden hills. Dan deemed it the "Hobo Roads Half-a-Hundred" for the parts that passed through the less than stellar areas.
We all had a grand time, and actually worked reasonably hard, as evidenced by our Strava suffer scores.
Highlight of the day for me was a delightful sign informing me I could attend an erotic ball, and go to a gun show. I can only hope I have money for both...
|Photo by Midland. Pretty neat jerseys, huh?|