Looks like it will be dry, sunny and close to 80F for a high Saturday. If Friday is any indication we may have some wind as well. Follow the race at the links below.
Results – http://www.raceacrossoregon.com/hillcountry_results/
Updates and photos – http://www.twitter.com/raogeorge/
“Oh! This is how you DNF when you least expect it.” That’s what I thought when I saw the sealant spewing through the 2″ slice in my tire that had been nearly cut in half by a utility knife blade that had been dropped in the street . For a millisecond before that I actually wondered if the sealant would fill the gash.
I’d been worried by the weather forecast and worked hard to stay with some fast riders early in the day. That’s how found myself just having completed my fastest 100 miles in 20 years, facing 90 more miles and a hopeless looking tire. I figured I’d have to find a way to get back to the start (and my car), and making my bike rideable for at least a short distance seemed the best way to expedite that process. I booted the tire with a Park boot given to me by a passing local cyclist and the cue sheets I no longer needed. I considered adding my brevet card to the patch, but refrained. About the time I was re-installing the wheel, with widening 2mm slit, another brevet rider showed up who’d carried what none of the rest of us had; a tire. I swapped the booted tire out for the loaner. I couldn’t help feeling grateful for the return of tire karma for the old tires I’d given away when I was wrenching at Stonewall Century six months ago.
After a few easy miles to refocus, some motivation from a passing pack, and nice climb up Gates Pass, I was on my way again and was able to ride with another strong group of cyclists to finish before dark in just over 12 hours.
Saguaro National Park, Friday, February 26. Near Saturday’s 300K Route.
Seeing a skunk is not that rare, though I’ve seen more bears. I think this one, that Bonnie spotted wandering around the driveway and yard, was the same we saw while walking a few weeks ago about a mile from the house.
On that day Bonnie got pretty close, but fortunately came when I called her. Another dog wandering the neighborhood was not so lucky. It was interesting to watch. The skunk did not spray right away. The dog, a puppy, taunted it for about a minute before the skunk got fed up with the game.
If I was braver I probably could’ve gotten better photos. I hope it doesn’t take up residence under the deck. I guess I’ll pick up some moth balls next time I’m in town.
When you hear the voice, you know the woman.
I recognized the voice as soon as the NPR piece began. My sister and I must have been around 7 and 8 years old … 1972-ish. Soon after the fancy new stereo with turntable and 8-track was set up, my dad brought home our first 8-track; Mahalia Jackson.