Distance: 90 miles
Terrain: Rolling hills. Very rolling.
Conditions: Heat and headwind.
Shout out to my dad, Craig. Apparently he did something notable enough to get this city named after him.
The ride today was far from easy. I knew that going into the ride. Thus, I put together a pace line that consisted of two guys that are stronger cyclists than me. I rode with Collin and Chris. Chris Stubel is the last of the Georgia Tech Trio, as we like to call them. He's probably the best rider here. The nickname "Steady Stubel" has been catching on lately, and I'm going to go ahead and take credit for thinking of it. Seriously though, he's extremely steady on the bike, so the draft that he gives off makes it super easy to pedal behind him in a pace line. Collin is also just a downright machine, and he takes hills like I take my flats. The ride consisted of a lot of those hills, too. Luckily, both of those guys pulled me a lot and didn't seem to mind. We got through the hills pretty quickly and our pace line finished second.
Unfortunately, the day had a tight rack point, and some people didn't make it. However, when we were all finished, we double pace lined to the Boys and Girls Club of Craig. We hung out with the kids for an hour and then put on another Kids on the Block puppet show performance, starring yours truly. Actually, I only control the right hand of one of the puppets, but the choreography for that right hand is Oscar-worthy. At the end, we field questions from the kids while the puppets are still in character. Those kids were smart, and they kept asking questions to try to stump us. They asked the puppet how he catches a ball (the puppet is in a wheelchair) and the guy that does the voice for the puppet said that he'd show the kids sometime. Bad idea. The kids found a ball and threw it to the puppet. Miraculously, we managed to work the hands the right way and actually catch the ball. We were dripping sweat after that one.
We had a friendship visit with Horizons in Craig, and it was a barbecue for their clients with disabilities. I got to talk a lot with Jason, the self-appointed DJ for the night. Jason was wearing a Goldberg wrestler shirt, so he had us call him Goldberg. He was a big fan of Carrie Underwood, and usually played each song twice in a row. If I requested anything - and I mean anything - I was shot down. If it wasn't Carrie Underwood, it wasn't getting played. Towards the end of the barbecue, a giant surprise water fight broke out and everyone went nuts. People were soaked, and no one got in the vans with dry clothes.
Later, we went for a late night McDonald's run to gorge on some food before bedtime. Bad idea #2. We were all fighting for the bathroom in the morning.
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