Been busy with a kayak project, a new old kevlar composite boat, but still getting in a few miles - this is a lot more core muscle work than riding a bike and takes more effort to keep balance.
Yesterday, Lou and I got out after a flash flood, thinking we'd be able to connect the upper and lower Salado Creek greenways.
But we found Salado Creek ripping, and expected to find the northbound boardwalk submerged - maybe should have brought the boat.
Our southbound route was deterred by a clay wash. Nasty stuff, never had clay before my tire wipers couldn't deal with, but this stuff plugged our chainstays, fork crowns and brakes. Still a good adventure, we cleaned out the gunk and rode what we could get to twice for 22 miles, and met up with Lou's Suzie for great lunch at Thai House (their fish sauce served with spring rolls is beyond words)
The Italians dominated today's Alamodome sprint, taking the top 5 finishes. I led most of the way, mostly by traffic signal audacity. But in the Chavez stretch, Tad's monster muscle memory beat me by 20 seconds (he's done that last half-mile at 30 mph before) - four of us finished tight, and I was last in the lead group. Lou was not far behind.
Howard corralled 30 riders behind that, including some cute women today.
Cappuccino time. No pastry for me, I'm backing off the starch until I can get my miles back up - between other interests and that work thing.
Tad's celeste
the impossible to photograph Tommasini pearl paint