Well, I’m glad I didn’t waste a minute of yesterday watering the lawn. It was snowing when I got up this morning, and now we’re enjoying a bit of chilly drizzle, with the temp just above freezing. Good times.
Doesn’t faze my man Dr. Schenkenstein, though. He ordinarily rides Highway 24 to Woodland Park and back on Saturdays, but today opted for an outing on the cyclo-cross bike, clad in every bit of Mad Dog kit he could find in his closet and grinning like a jackass eating yellowjackets.
Iowa must be America’s Belgium, as the Schenkster is a very hard man indeed. If there were any cobbles in these parts I’m certain he’d be riding them instead of cranking a ‘cross bike up the Chutes, a local trail popular with the gravity gang. And I would’ve been right there with him, too, if it weren’t for this nasty aversion to double pneumonia I picked up somewhere.
We were discussing He Who Is Not To Be Named for Three Days when we left off last night, but I think I’ll let him lie for a while (heh). My favorite road race, Paris-Roubaix, is on tap tomorrow, and it’s nearly always more fun than watching rich white guys get into pointless pissing matches.
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I think you’re correct about Iowa being the Belgium of America! Only lived here in Sioux City 12 years or so now but I constantly wonder if yours truly would ever have been tough enough to take up cycling if I grew up here instead of in weather-less Southern California…probably not! Bike riders born and bred here a tough breed.
The beer here not up to Belgian standars, but it’s finally starting to get better. Just not the weather. I’ve heard there is something called “Spring” that’s supposed to start soon.
Bettendorf – Formerly Iowa’s Most Exciting City