How much Craig can a woodchuck, chuck if a woodchuck could chuck Craig? Answer: All of him. Last week, Da Boss was riding and watching the activities in a nearby field and missed the fact that a woodchuck choose that moment to scamper in front and pause, just as Craig's front wheel T-boned the critter.
Here, it appears all is well but Craig suffered a couple of cracked ribs. Nevertheless, he doggedly continues to train for the 50 mile trail run double marathon, coming up in a couple of weeks. This morning, he ran 10 miles and then joined our little group, along with Recumbent Dude, Dennis and Steve O. Off topic for a sec, former Group Killer ran a 1:27 at the Columbus Half Marathon last Saturday.
We headed out Waterloo to Slough, then south on Sitterly, turning left at Marcy and right onto Amanda Northern. The wind had been out of the southwest, wearing on the people in the front as each of us took our turns pulling, although I may have missed a turn, or two by sheer accident or because Steve would ride alongside me, mocking me for everything ranging from me being too slow, being on the chess and golf teams in high school, not wearing appropriate clothing, etc.. After a moment of this, I drift to the back to avoid the constant haranguing. We made a right on Riegle, crossing Cedar Hill and on to Winchester. By now, the wind had shifted to the northwest and it was interesting to see pulling protocol in action. The benevolent of us would ride in the center of the right lane to afford drafting opportunities for the other 4. This would describe Dennis and I because we know well the benefits of the draft. Craig would ride slightly left of the white line with Steve drafting slightly right of the white line and me exposed to his left. At Steve's turn, he would sit right of the white line and I would be exposed, again. Thus, on my turns at the front, I plodded along trying to recover. Anyway, it was great fun to get out for a spirited ride, finishing with 33 miles and a 20.4 average. We're going to go at it again from New Albany on Thursday, weather permitting.
Mark is a long-time cyclist who enjoys poking fun at himself but most especially at his friends. No nicknames or comments are intended to offend, accept them in the humor they are intended.