If the street sign says Mill and doesn’t say Mill Road or Mill Drive, you might be in the middle of nowhere.
And so we were in the middle of nowhere on our bike ride on Sunday. Originally this was supposed to be part of a big ol’ brick on Saturday but after some people slept in (not me) and some arguing going on (definitely me), we postponed the ride and run. So on Sunday mid-morning we set out to try again. We started at my parents’ house and Dave had routed out a way to get to Croton where my parents are renovating a house.
To say we were in rural America would be an understatement. It was us, the smelly cows, and the farm equipment and that was it. Most of the time we were able to ride side-by-side and we would go many miles of stretches without having to change our position to let a car or farm equipment pass us. We were able to shift into big gears. We were able to practice passing. It was a great training ride.
Once back from our ride we only ran about a mile and a quarter just to shake out the legs. Jared, our nephew, joined us on the run by riding his bike and TALKING OUR EARS OFF!
Here’s my favorite part of the ride. I always carry a camera with me during my rides and would make Dave stop several times to capture a cool image. While in Croton we stopped to take a picture and my bike was falling as I was holding my camera. I said I needed help and Dave turned to help me. I then got things under control, looked over to Dave, and he was on his back, with his bike on top of him, shoe still clipped in, and his water bottle dumping all over him. He wasn’t hurt—just a small bruise on his hip and a cut on his hand. His pride was hurt, but boy was it funny.
Here’s my favorite part of the ride. I always carry a camera with me during my rides and would make Dave stop several times to capture a cool image. While in Croton we stopped to take a picture and my bike was falling as I was holding my camera. I said I needed help and Dave turned to help me. I then got things under control, looked over to Dave, and he was on his back, with his bike on top of him, shoe still clipped in, and his water bottle dumping all over him. He wasn’t hurt—just a small bruise on his hip and a cut on his hand. His pride was hurt, but boy was it funny.
7 comments:
one day you'll forget to unclip at a stop and will topple over. don't expect dave to not laugh.
the photos look great! lots of vibrant colours going on there. must have made for a great ride.
And a sunburn for the places on my back I couldn't reach. :)
I was even unclipped on my left side. When she asked for help, I turned my wheel to the left to ride over.
Then, when she said she was okay, I turned it back, and...
My favorite part was later on that evening when he asked me if I had taken a picture of him laying on the ground. I didn't because I thought he'd be upset about it, but later he said that he would have enjoyed that picture.
No one can beat my bicycle wreck (or at least I hope no one can't). I broke a tooth, cracked another one, had blood gushing out of both nostrils like firehoses, split my chin open (I will always have the scar), split both lips open, have permanent temporomandibular joint (TMJ) syndrome, shredded the skin on half of my left palm off, sprained my left wrist, and sprained my right thumb. Yowza!
Tell Dave I got a sympathy injury for him on Wed. Running with my iPod, I tripped AGAIN!!! From now on, no headphones when not on the treadmill!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/afhill/2534398580/
Finally catching up on reading after being gone for two weeks and buried with catching up! Great pics from your ride...Looks like Dave and I have the same hand injury!!
I'm so jealous you did the UA 5 Miler! That was Shawn and my first run as hubby and wife last year. I was the dork wearing the veil and he had his "Groom" visor. My buddy Karl was the announcer and, of course, mentioned it!
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