In the words of the late and great Tom Petty…
She grew up in a Midwestern town
Had a good lookin’ Colnago she road all around
But she road hard and she climbed alright
With them Drafter boys on a Drafter Monday night
Well she started the Draft in two thousand thirteen
She didn’t blow the boys away, but it was more than they’d seen
The Draft was introduced and we all started groovin’
She said, “I dig you Drafters, we got to keep movin’…on, keep movin’ on”
Last dance through the county of Dane
One more time to feel the pain
I feel summer creepin’ past and I’m
sad this Draft is my laaaast.
Well I don’t know what I’ve been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
I’m tired of changing flats, I’m tired of goin’ down,
but never grow tired of biking this town
Oh my my, oh hell yes
Honey put on that Drafter dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song,
Take me as I come ’cause I can’t stay long
Last dance through the county of Dane
One more time to feel the pain
I feel summer creepin’ past and I’m
gonna make this night laaaast
There’s mosquitos down at Free House square
Sully’s standin’ in her Drafter wear
Lookin’ down from a beer menu
Spotted Cow will be comin’ soon
Oh my my, oh hell yes
You’ve got to put on that Drafter dress
Last dance the county of Dane
One more time to feel the pain
I feel summer creepin’ past and I’m
gonna make this night laaaast
We had an excellent turn out Monday. 17 Drafters “Wauan”ted to Ride Easy Street.
That isn’t to say we all wanted to ride Easy. We had an abundance of lead-legged Drafters. Bomber was still licking his Ironman wounds, leaving Cannibal and Captain Joe to sprint for the town sign. Booker J may have to change his name to Booker BS, as he taunted Cannibal to take the sign from nearly a mile back. “How far is the town sign?” “Oh, just over the hill (unsaid: and up the next one, and then another half mile past that).
Captain Joe sat back in Cannibal’s exhaust, until the thigh endowed man had no fuel to burn, and then claimed the sign. Tick Tock declined the invitation to sprint as he had just finished the most challenging race of his life- the Chequamegon, with mud so thick racers were literally stopped dead in their tracks, being catapulted over their handlebars.
Billy Bob was also feeling a bit sluggish after his “Ironland” event. Stunning photos from across the pond. You know where he draws his strength? From the Velominati Rule V. And I thought V was on his license plate because he was Billy Bob McC the V.
Several fierce Drafters found their legs despite being plied with 11% porters compliments of the Tyranena Oktoberfest post-ride party. Footer and her Dad, Electro, Skeeter Bait, BrickO, Z Rex, Whamo and Sandlot enjoyed what could have been the most epic cycling day ever; no rain, wind or humidity and ample beer, food and music post-ride. The weather was so perfect that Electro, who currently resides in Texas, decided to get off his bike and walk for awhile, just to enjoy the cool weather, and then grabbed a beer at the rest stop at mile 30, conveniently the Hubbleton microbrewery.
Whamo apparently forgot that one still needs to hydrate, and ended up with road side assistance. Good thing Sandlot is a nurse- “For better and for worse”, right?
Better than the medical tent was the service at the food and beer tent. I strongly recommend you consider Tyranena on your list of events next year.
That’s a fairly complete list of excuses for why many of us had tired legs on Monday and didn’t challenge Cannibal and Captain Joe for the town sign sprint. None of us could challenge this new record set- 184mph by a woman on a bicycle.
Link: She just rode 184mph on a bicycle. Really.
I expect those of us doing the RIDE this Sunday to challenge that. The Drafter force will be felt- I’ve got Bomber, Footer, Coach Arms, Sully, Wampus, Captain Joe, Caboose, Cookie Monster and Vilks on the roster along with special appearance by K2! Congrats on your recent summit race. She’s got more miles on those legs running up mountains than most of us do biking!
All 17 Drafters, with our without legs of lead, completed the Wanua Ride Easy Street before the sun set. Waitress Amy was ready at the Free House with beers and an extra side of olives and buffalo sauce for BrickO. Sandlot brought her son, Evan AND wrote a poem. Much appreciated.
Last dance of the season will be the Riley Tavern Route, a poetic end as it was also our first ride of the season. Short but sweet this is a 21mile oldie but goodie.
Map download PDF: Riley Tavern 20
Draft responsibly,
BrickO
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