Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Day 37: I See Red Flags

Course: Marshalltown, IA to Cedar Rapids, IA
Distance: 90 miles
Terrain: Rolling hills
Conditions: Wind varying

Today I rode with Mike Jones and Alex. Alex is one of the Georgia Tech guys on the cycling team there, so we were cooking to start out with. A little ways into the ride, we hit a hill and I began to downshift. Just as I did, Mike Jones happened to be a little too close and buzzed the right side of my back tire with his front wheel. He bounced off, hit his brakes a little too hard, and went across the gravel shoulder, down one side of the small hill, and fell into the tall grass on the other side. Luckily, he had great crash instincts and plopped right back up with just a scratch on his arm. It could have been a lot worse that it was.

After that, we started zooming again. We only got passed by a couple of pace lines, and ended up passing them right back. Unfortunately, the pace line in front of the sweeps was having a lot of trouble that day, and ended up being about 13 miles behind the first pace line for the whole ride. We got red flagged about four times. A red flag is when cyclists have to stop at a crew van and aren't allowed to pass. In this case, it was because there wasn't a crew van ahead of us for us to ride to since the guys in back were struggling so much. That made it a pretty slow day, but we finally finished and still had some time to relax. We stayed at the Arc of East Central Iowa. It's a day center for people with disabilities.

It came time for our friendship visit, and it was convenient since it was at our lodging. All we had to do was go downstairs. It was held outdoors, and it was blazing hot. Nevertheless, we all danced like there was no tomorrow. We all thought it was hilarious that our DJ was like 60+ years old and playing dubstep and other music that is way beyond his generation. We had to get a picture with him. See below. After a good sweat bath, we all headed inside for some dinner. We were treated to pork and barbecue sauce that had a striking similarity to Kansas City BBQ. It was awesome.





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