The Pedal On The Right Is The Accelerator

We would suspect that most of you reading this are still reeling in shock. We are too. These successive days of January sun are stacking up like hotcakes, and there’s another week in store of the same. Not sure about you, but we’re not complaining.

The team took full advantage of the odd conditions to go out in a bike gang and play “I’ll dress like you, you dress like me, and we’ll go ride our bicycles.” Another strong showing vectored over the range and out to North Plains, all in search of cokes and salt and the ever elusive Basus Milus Maximus. Slathered in beautiful sun, we ascended up Thompson, then headed out west like so many folks before us.

climbing……

Slighty, ever so slighty, the speeds are getting faster. We’re not sniffing the heels of any kind of shootout just yet, but it’s certainly noticeable that the top end of the accepted base mile tempo is being peeked at.

Also, large pork burritos are being peeked at, too. By the Colonel. He took down a full pounder by himself, sharing one bite of the tasty pig with Dave. Contrary to intuition, he then flew up the return climb. Perhaps there is something incredibly special about pork and how it relates to cycling that we don’t know yet.

About 20 Ironclad sorts and a few special guests rack ‘em up

The wind was a gift on the way out, and a terrible curse on the way home. Having a few folks run out of clock and tendons, a broom wagon was pressed into service. That was a good thing.

The fire is still being stared into.

On a sadder note, we bid a fond farewell to our dear Reuben Vyn, who’s off to chase the dream in Denver, Colorado. We wish him the very best of luck on his new adventure, and we will miss him and his formidable climbing ability. We thank him for his two years of service to our team.