T-minus Four Days

The fine fine weather (for February) this past weekend made for a couple of chances to get out and dance with fellow Horses. On Saturday, Dan-O rolled eastside and we looped up and over Indian Hill a few times, including a repetition of Camargo's dead-end segment in honor of the Chipper. By the way, in the winter, when the leaves are gone, that house at the bottom of the hill is even more striking. Or weird, depending on your take on contemporary architecture.

Sunday Chip got things together, and we rolled over a lot of the same roads with Mike More (sweatin' out a week in Vegas and rollin' Belgian-hardman style with no kneewarmers), Chip's friend Ron (who hung tough and then popped spectacularly on Roundbottom Rd. after a tough pull), and young Turner Logistics stud Corey, who schooled us in all the sprints he contested, usually without even getting out of the saddle.

Bike's dirty, legs are tired, and it's almost time for ... 

...camp, baby!