My sister is a professor at UIC where she teaches negotiations.  It made for an ugly childhood, as she gained practice winning every negotiation (read: argument) with me.  On the upside, I gained some skills which apparently paid off when negotiating with Mother Nature on Monday.  How did we not get wet amidst this colorful cluster??

We had seen the Doobie Brothers and Steely Dan perform at Breese Stevens Field on Saturday night (highly recommend the venue, but standing on astroturf after the HHH was a bugger) and saw promotions for the upcoming REO Speedwagon concert.  That planted the seed for this song to play in my head Monday night as we were Riding The Storm Out

Ridin’ the storm out, waitin’ for the fall out
On a low vis night on the Lodi Canning bike route
My Heed bottle’s low, watching for the pot hole
Thinkin’ about what I’ve been missin’ off the paceline
And I’m not missin’ a thing
Watchin’ the Drafters crossing the range

Ridin’ the storm out
Ridin’ the storm out
My Drafters beside me, they’re there to guide me
Stout says he’s not sure we’ll finally reach home

Newbie Stout rode the storm out.  His last name is Porter, which could be the best Drafter name EVER.  But, nobody gets to use their real name.  Welcome to the Draft, Stout.  He’s a smart guy, choosing his debut the Monday after the HHH.  Since the majority of the riders Mon night were riding rough, there was discussion of taking a short cut.  Cooler (dumber) heads prevailed like the wind and we dutifully rode to the Lodi Canning Company.  Billy Boy McC took a vigorous turn at the front.  It was a Cadillac of a ride for the rest of us until his legs gave out.  Tick Tock was a no show, so we opted to take the bike path home, as nobody wanted him to feel like he missed out on his favorite climb up Woodland.  That’s just the kind of teammates we are.  And, we were running late for happy hour.  Nurse Sully had held the table so long that other Free House patrons were offering to keep her company.  By 8PM she figured we had not only rode the storm out, but rode directly home.  Fortunately, we intersected in the parking lot and she came back to the Free House for round two.

I’ve never seen anyone double over at dinner with a calf cramp.  Billy Boy blamed it on the deviled eggs the Drone Master ordered, but the rest of the sorry HHH crew knew better.  Loose Screw, B2 Bomber and Z attributed the cramping to punishment for not wearing his Drafter jersey on Saturday.  As part of his penance, Billy Boy was asked to give a demonstration of his Drafter loyalty.  Rising to the occasion, (not literally, as he was still cramping, but acoustically) he sang this little ditty for Coach Arms, who was in labor at the time.

Drone Master wins the award for highest intellect (yes, this is the same guy who didn’t realize tire pressure isn’t a constant and requires air input from time to time).  Like the drone he flies, this guy magically shows up in Dane, and then bows out before having to climb Viaduct.  His malt to mile ratio is the highest of all the Drafters.  Brilliant.

We wish Billy Boy and Loose Screw safe travels and excellent riding in France next week with Cyclesport Travel on their Pyrenees Playground trip with the Italian Job.

Speaking of travel, the honeymooners are back from their fishing trip to O’Canada.  E$ hit the jackpot and caught a Monster.

Caught a Monster!

E$ hits the jackpot

E$ hits the jackpot

Caught a Monster!

Check you front porch- there were some special deliveries this week.  Billy Boy is trying to make amends for his attire at the HHH by being the first to wear his new Drafter jersey. I hope he’s off to another ride and not to court.  He has his game face on, for sure. “Guilty, your honor.”

Jerseys weren’t the special delivery.  That honor is reserved for Riley Grace.  Congrats to Poppa Legs and Momma Arms.  Welcome to the Draft.

I guess this would be a good time to discuss the route for Monday.  We are going to head out west and hit a few of the HHH roads, a new route for the Drafters.  I’m calling it the “Book Fair 40” as you will see a book box on Blue Mounds Trail.  I fully support all attempts at increasing literacy, although I have no idea who would think to stop and exchange a book here?  It is nice they leave a spare wheel, just in case.

I don’t have a map prepared, but I do have the Garmin link.  Fear not- it is not 50 miles as downloaded, as I did a loop twice.  It’s only 40.

Garmin link: Book Fair 40 Garmin Link

Cue sheet to download: Book Fair 40

Draft responsibly,

BrickO

Mother Nature and I have been negotiating for most of the day.  My understanding of our agreement is that we can ride safely,  most likely experience one brief and hopefully non-torrential rain, and then dry off in the sunshine.   With that, the ride is ON.

There are many Drafters with tired legs from the HHHH (Hot and Horribly Hilly Hundreds).  I  will be the first to suggest a short cut, regardless of the forecast.  Congrats to Billy Boy, Loose Screw, Slow Cow, Rainbow Maker, Too Hip, Bomber and Z on conquering many vertical feet.

The barometric pressure has been dancing around all day.  Nurse Sully told us this AM at Drafter Yoga what happens when the barometric pressure changes…. let’s see if Coach Arms drops the puck.

See ya at 5:30.

Draft responsibly,

BrickO

I thought I was clear on the Take Me To Church directive, but Dan-yelly apparently mistook the route for Take Me To Work.  She was not alone.  Two Fist followed her innocently, not having been clued into Dan-yelly’s directional impairment.  These two yardbirds decided the route would be more fun as a cyclocross course!  With bikes hefted over their shoulders, they traversed the construction in Cross Plains like champs.

Those two and a few other wayward Drafters went off road.  Literally.  Billy Boy, Whamo and Sandlot compared stories of crashing backyard BBQs as they meandered through the lawns of unsuspecting Cross Plaines residents.  This “inadvertent” re-routing through construction is all part of my master plan to purchase a gravel bike without guilt- think of the functionality, the necessity even?  Loose Screw showed up to ride looking like he had been rolling in the gravel- forearm bandaged and hand swollen. Clearly, his most recent bike meets immovable object collision is yet another sign that our Drafter team needs gravel bikes.  Tick Tock wasted no time making a purchase after watching Bomber lead the Draft on his gravel bike.  Welcome his new baby (photo on left below).  Speaking of baby, there was an ommission in last week’s blog. I mentioned that the Italian Job came to check on his babies, Cervelo, Colnago and Scott but I left out Parlee.  Billy Boy’s Parlee, Stallion (yes, all bikes must be named), nearly reared up and bucked me for my insensitivity. I’m including a baby photo as a way to make amends (photo on right below).

Tick Tock’s new gravel bike

The Stallion

While some of us are going gravel, others are going aero.  Congrats to Tree of Rown, an honorary Drafter, on conquering things that I’m bound by HIPAA not to share in order to finish the Wisconsin Half Ironman on Sunday.  Let’s just say the normal P-QRS-T EKG was more like a tidal wave. There is a Drafter water bottle in her cycling jersey pocket, so technically this photo counts in the competition.

The photo competition is heating up.  This one has some sizzle and bling.

The other thing heating up is the temperature for the Horribly Hilly this Saturday.  Good luck to all the participants!

JERSEY UPDATE: the Hincapie order will be mailed on June 18, and expected arrival is June 20.  Remember that you have to sign for your package.  If you have a nice FedEx guy, you could try leaving a note (and cookies- or beer, if that’s legal or I don’t find it first) on the front porch if you won’t be home.

This week will will find some flats roads (relatively) to let our HHH legs recover.  As such, we will happily be stuck in Lodi again.  The full route is 40miles, with a 30 and 20 option.  I have it on authority that Team Power Watt may be leading the Short Pour.

Garmin Link: Lodi Canning Company GPS Link

Download PDF map: Lodi Canning 40 30 20

Draft responsibly

BrickO

A recap of our Churches, Tavern and Baseball Diamonds ride is best sung to the Creedence Clearwater Revival melody, “PROUD DRAFTER”.

Left the Free House at 5:30,
Riding with The Drafters every Monday night,
And I never lost one minute of drinking,
Worrying ‘bout the way I could have ridden.

Big wheel keep on turning,
B2 Bomber keep on burning,
Rolling, rolling, rolling on his gravel bike.

Dropped a lot of guys on Matz Rd,
Pumped a lot of pain down Whippoorwill,
But I never saw the good side of the Drafters
Until I hitched a ride with Tick Tock and Too Hip

Rolling, rolling, rolling on with the Drafters,
If you come down the hill on Woodland,
Bet you gonna find some drone overhead.
You don’t have to worry ‘cause you have no legs left,
Drafters on the ride are happy to give.

Rolling, rolling, rolling with the Drafters.
Rolling, rolling, rolling with the Drafters.
Rolling, rolling, rolling with the Drafters.

Yeah, so Bomber shows up on his gravel bike, since it was still on the car rack from his 100mile gravel race in Kansas the DAY BEFORE.  Too Hip, The Italian Job and Captain Joe were silly enough to think he would show signs of fatigue and challenged his lead right out of the Free House gate.  My own silly inclination left me before reaching Martinsville, about the same time the pack left me. But, I realized that it isn’t a lack of fitness that left me in the dust. It’s the lack of a gravel bike!  I’m sure the wider tires and lower pressure = faster BrickO, right?  This new gravel bike is really a necessity, or at least a scientific experiment, and not a hedonistic pursuit. And so my birthday list grows.

We had a crew of 18 Drafters, including Newbie Kim “Sandlot“. Remember the movie scene when Ham is having a verbal sparring match with the captain of the rival baseball team?  His crushing blow is, “You throw like a GIRL!”.  Sandlot was overhead sparring with her mate, Whamo, and may have uttered a similar verbal assault. To be honest, she uttered a totally different Sandlot quote, something like, “you’re killing me Smalls”, but that didn’t have the same bite for the blog as, “you bike like a girl”, so I took artistic liberties.  But what if my artistic rendition of a silly Sandlot quote led to marital strife? So, I must acknowledge my exaggeration and elaboration and now I’ve droned on way too long.

The Italian Job made an appearance.  Like a proud papa, checking in on his babies (Colnago, Cervelo and Scott) making sure they are being well-loved and cared for by their adoptive Drafters.  Not that anyone (Drone Master) has been accused of neglect, like failure to check air pressure before a ride…  A huge thanks to Colin (Italian Job), Scott, Paul and Josh at Cronometro for keeping us rolling.  With those kudos, I have to give a little dig, too (cause that’s how I roll).  As previously mentioned, I was dropped somewhere near Martinsville, and excited to see the lead peloton waiting for me at the top of Matz Rd.  Or not.  Turns out the pause was for a mechanical: Too Hip needed his seat adjusted.  Seems like he always needs something- at least this time is wasn’t something absorbent.  Anyway, the Italian Job was quick to render mechanical support, given that he lives and breathes bike design, maintenance and fitting.  I was bursting with anticipation as he reached into his tool bag, expecting a gold plated Park Tool.  Looks like somebody forgot to check their bag twice…. empty.  He will be on the Horribly Hilly course this Saturday offering mechanical support and I’m sure the gold plated Park Tool will be at the ready.

Drone Master skillfully maneuvered through the course, staying ahead of the peloton to capture the action.  Imagine his surprise when Tobacco City Boy and Dan-yelly appeared ahead of B2 Bomber.  They apparently opted to ride the course backwards.  That’s one way to take the lead! Here is the link to the Drone video:

Drone Master’s Drafter video link

Tired and hungry from our ride, the crew was happy to reach the beer and beverage refueling station.  Nurse Sully and Party Planner (P2) Ann had secured the Free House patio. We celebrated E$ and Cookie Monster’s last singles ride before heading off to get married this weekend.  May the force be with you.  And, we celebrated Coach Arms’ home stretch before she “drops the puck”.  Due date June 20.  May the force get baby out quickly and safely.  A couple of my friends, Eric and Kristine, biked to the Free House- on their Harley.  When Coach Arms walked in, I heard Eric exclaim to his girlfriend, “Did you see that woman?”  To which Kristine clarified, “The pregnant one?”.  Eric confessed, “The athletic one.  Is she pregnant?”  Ahh, to be 9 months pregnant and still be chiseled from stone.  Barefooter and I agreed that nobody ever commented on our athletic stature at 9 months pregnant.  Perhaps they were inspired to contribute to the Save the Whales campaign.  I hope so, as it would mean I contributed something other than surliness to the world.  That’s a really long time to go without a beer.

This coming Monday, June 11, we will prepare for the Horribly Hilly Hundreds with a taxing ride called Take Me To Church.  You will have plenty of time to repent your sins on the way to church as it is a LONG 17% climb.  E Money and CM Wille have inspired this ride up Vermont Church.

Please say, “I do” and join the Draft.  The Short Pour option is the Brains and Braun ride we did earlier in the season, cutting off of Union Valley on Braun and looping back to KP. I do believe team Power Watt will be leading up the Short Pour but please communicate via GroupMe app to verify if you plan to attend. REMEMBER THERE IS CONSTRUCTION HEADING INTO CROSS PLAINS, so we will have to follow the detour to get across Hwy 14. I did recon on Friday, and even in the rain, the two stretches of packed dirt by St Francis Xavier were easily ridable.  THERE IS GRAVEL TURNING LEFT ONTO BARLOW FROM MINERAL POINT. 

Garmin link: login to Garmin Connect and then open this link.  Save it as a course.  Then plug in your Garmin and share it. Garmin link Vermont Church

Download and print PDF map: Vermont Church

SHORT POUR: See cut off on Take Me To Church map or follow this one, which has even a shorter short cut:

Download and print PDF map: Vermont Church

Draft responsibly,

BrickO

A moment.  Life is a continuous sequence of moments. Every life’s sequence is unique, but the ubiquitous and undeniable thread is a starting and an ending moment whereby breath is and then is not.  We do not get to decide how many breaths or moments we have, but we do get to decide how to live each one.

I would like to take a moment to honor Annie  Rubens, sister-in-law of our Drafter, Backyard Teri, whose last moment was spent riding her bicycle.  I did not have the pleasure of knowing Annie, but I would like ask the Drafters to honor a fellow cyclist with a moment of silence on our Monday night ride.

I took a week of vacation with the intention of heading to the Blue Ridge mountains with my bike, some cold beer and my man (priorites not necessarily in that order).  The forecast was grim, threatening unrelenting rain, which I optimistically ignored.  I mean, really?  Our cycling trip to SC back in March was rained out and statistically speaking, the odds of this happening twice in one season were slim.   Calculating odds (incorrectly) is one of several (many) reasons why I suck at and avoid poker.  We drove 2 miles towards the airport before deciding to abort the mission.  It’s as though we were playing chicken with Mother Nature, seeing who would back down first.  You got to know when to hold em’, when to fold em’.  I threw in the towel, waived the flag, took a knee, conceded to her superior power and hatched Plan B for Bike.

We tossed the bikes into the Jeep, added more ice to the beer cooler, and set a course to northern WI. Best dam Plan B ever.  The loons were yodeling (listen below as papa loon has something to say to an unwelcome male who moves in on momma loon), turtles turtling, spring peepers hoping not to still be peeping by morning, fish biting on my flies, flies biting on me, pileated woodpecker pecking, hummingbirds magically hovering… I could go on but this is starting to sound like a Grizzly Adams version of the 12 Days of Christmas.

Biking in Shawano County is probably not on your bucket list, but I would argue that it shouldn’t be dismissed.  We enjoyed ZERO road rage.  In fact, every single vehicle including pickup trucks gave us the required 3 feet of clearance plus some.  It was like being queen for a day, and the only one around for miles in spandex.  It’s easy to look good without any competition.  We rode through the town of Pella (not the home of window and doors) and found a bar called Hopper’s.  My Cousin, Taylor, had the nickname Hopper so I knew good things were to come.  Dam right.

Mother Nature decided to heat things up this Memorial Day weekend.  The cabin has lots of amenities, like running water and electricity, but AC is not among them.  Alas, we headed home to spend the remainder of our cycling vacation turned staycation. Once I got over the fact that I was burning vacation time to reside in Dane County, I had the best dam vacation. Our 70-mile ride on Saturday targeted Hyde Store in Iowa County as our refueling station.  A scenic detour (Garmin communication was at an all-time low) led us to Hyde’s Mill at a dam built in 1850.

Lesson: we need not travel far or spend much money to enjoy premier cycling.  And, we don’t have to be on vacation to enjoy cycling.  Here are two very different post-ride photos, one on vacation and the other taking a break from writing a dissertation.  Any way you look at it, a sweaty Drafter jersey is a damn good thing.

With that endorsement, here is an opportunity for a cycling event in September that I would highly recommend for the post-ride party.  The beer is dark, cold and plentiful.

Tyranena Oktoberfest Registration Link

This coming Monday, with Mother Nature’s permission, we will once again try to ride the Taverns, Churches and Ball Diamonds route (formerly known as Tom Collins).  Short Pour route cuts back at Kick-A-Boo. Drone Master Christopher will be at several key locations, so look sharp and not out of breath at the following check points:

• Highest peak on Church Rd
• Along Kick-A-Boo
• Near Indian Lake turning onto Matz
• Along Rauls Rd

PDF download: Tom Collins 30 25

Garmin link: Taverns, Churches and Ball Diamonds

Please come celebrate with Coach Arms and Legs as they begin the June count down for whoever is currently occupying the middle.  And, it’s the last opportunity for a singles ride with Cookie Monster and E Money before they say “I do”.

Draft responsibly,

BrickO

Dang.  I was really hoping to demo my bike handling skills on the hairpin Whippoorwill descent down to Indian Lake.  What skills, you ask?  The ones whereby my white knuckles have a death grip on my handlebars, shoulders tucked up into the base of my cranium, eyes half shut and mouth wide open yelling, “HOLY SH****T”.  I have skills.  I have been monitoring 3 radar sites since noon, figuring I’d go with the most promising.  While the rain is likely to cease by Drafter time, the mist will make shooting our Drone Video less than crisp (which might not be all bad in light of said skill set) and the roads a bit slick.

It is with great heaviness of heart that I cancel tonight’s ride, nearly as heavy as Coach Arm’s belly is with baby.  The next time we convene, on June 4, she will be T minus 2 weeks from her due date.  I guess if the baby comes before we have time to properly send her off to the labor and delivery suite, we will celebrate WITH baby!  Based on photos taken by the same Paparazzi who covered the Royal Wedding, it appears Arms has much work to do in learning to spoon feed her baby, and coaching her team in the art of Nuk passing.

We will not be riding on Memorial Day, but will reconvene on June 4 for our Taverns, Churches and Ball Diamonds route.  Prime time spots for Drone coverage will be given to those in Drafter gear, or willing to pull.  In the latter case, attire makes no difference.

Draft responsibly,

BrickO

My apologies for the last minute “game on” post last Monday.  The forecast was nearly 100% inaccurate, starting with the cloudy icon for the afternoon, which mocked me as I looked at it on my iPhone during the deluge .  Technically, since it was predicting an 80% chance of rain at 6PM, but delivered one single drop, I guess the percentage of inaccuracy was only 79. Regardless, I was happy for the 6 pack who showed up to ride.  Truth be told, we bailed on the steepest climbs on Bittney and Buethin, but also redeemed our drafterhood by resisting the temptation to cruise home on the bike path.

This ride capitalizes on some of Wisconsin’s most established establishments.  We will enjoy two rural towns, Ashton and Martinsville, complete with a home talent ball diamond, church and bar at their center.  It is nothing short of glorious- a little something for everybody.

This Monday, May 21, Drone Master will be shooting live footage of the Draft, so be sure to look your Sunday best.  For those who own one jersey, be sure it’s pressed, Hit-the-Wall.  We did a drone video a few years ago and it was really fun. It would work best if we stayed in a pack at the key locations, which I will reveal just before wheels up at 5:30.  It isn’t being kept top secret to throw photo bomb seeking cyclists off our scent, but rather I am currently unsure of the best sites for Drone Master to operate from.

The short pour has two options.  It is roughly 25miles if you cut across Hwy 12 from Collins Ridge Rd and take the bike path home, instead of continuing across on Rauls.  A much shorter route would be to take a RIGHT turn on Kickaboo, cut across Hwy 12 and take the bike path home (highlighted in yellow).

PDF to download: Tom Collins 30 25

Garmin link: Tom Collins Garmin link

Rumor has it that the Italian Job, Colin O’ from Cronometro, may be joining us, along with Coach Arms, who is due in June.  We seem to be experiencing exponential growth in our U3 cyclists.  Let’s see if Crono’s bike fitter extraordinaire can help set up the next generation of Drafters.

Reminder that there is no ride on Memorial Day.

Draft responsibly,

BrickO

Mother Nature has been toying with us today, but I have it on good authority from aviators Captain Joe and Z Rex that the skis will be clear to ride.

Personally, my legs are toast thanks to a Mother’s Day gift which included time to sneak in a 70mile ride to Blue Mounds State Park.  Barlow, Blue Mounds Trail, Zwettler and Pinnacle were all eager to show me who was boss.  With that, I am planning a shorter route, maybe just to Dane or perhaps the cut off on Lee (see former map).  For anyone wanting to ride the full route, have at it! For anyone wanting to follow the slow train, find me at 5:30.

Here’s a little inspiration from K2 from her weekend Draft.

Draft responsibly,

BrickO

Oh, what a ride.  21 Drafters, including 4 newbies, took a tour out west on a gorgeous evening. I would introduce all 4, but Dave W rode like Houdini (which is now his Drafter handle) and disappeared into the night.  I do hope to see Houdini again.  Lorin “Sweet 16” joined our over 60 cohort.  I met his wife a few weeks ago at Cronometro, during Colin’s climbing clinic.  A delightful woman, she made no excuses for her husband, “He might be 60+ but he acts like he’s 16.”  Welcome to the Draft, Sweet. Dan-yelly brought a buddy, and when I asked her his name she said, “I don’t know.  It’s an orange box.”  I suspect Dan-yelly thought I was asking what kind of vehicle her friend, Alp, was driving.  He will from this Draft forward be known as orange box, O.B./Obie for short. May the force be with you. And not last nor least, Tracy Q, who has for years proclaimed herself a slow but steady rider.  Similar to Zeno’s paradox of the Tortoise and Achilles (Greek version of the Tortoise and the Hare), she’s never last.  And henceforth, we will look forward to Zeno kicking butt and taking names.

In my comfortable drafting position behind the boys who led us out west, one of my favorite songs as a kid was John Denver’s “Country Roads” rolled around in my head.  As we speed along at an average of 18.5mph, including a max downhill speed of 50mph (as reported by Loose Screw who was choosing to exhibit No Brains and All Brawn, making up time lost climbing Braun to our tireless leaders), the lyrics morphed into this rendition:

Almost heaven, West Wisconsin
Union Valley, Braun, Timber and Stagecoach
Life is old there, older than my knees,
Young guys on Colnagos, blowing like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Wisconsin
Mountain mamma, take me home
Country roads

All the fast guys, gather round them
Modest Drafters, Bomber, Tick Tock, Too Hip
Dark and creamy, on tap at Free House
Malty taste of Porter, teardrop in my eye
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Wisconsin
Mountain mamma, take me home
Country roads

B2 Bomber, Too Hip and the Human Metronome set a relentless pace.  It should be noted that the Human Metronome has substantionally increased his power to mass ratio since the 2017 season.  He warned the Drafter XX sector on the first night that he is “not just a playground”- he has feelings.  And his feelings Monday night were to dominate the field.  His rhythm is still unshakable, like a metronome.  But I think, given his metamorphosis into a power machine, he needs a new name.  Tick Tock.  At one point, Tick Tock blew by the pace line yelling, “HERE COMES WIGGINS!!!”.  Bomber and Too Hip were up for the challenge.  Wiggins didn’t claim KOM, and I didn’t point out to Tick Tock or Too Hip until we were back at the Free House that Bomber was riding a frickin’ cross bike with one front chain ring.  It was the 150rpm downhill that gave it away.  Man or machine?  It is hard to say.  Z Rex offered up a mechanical excuse for not keeping up.  Apparently, his “battery life” expired unexpectedly and he was stuck in the small ring coming off of Stagecoach (which, by the way, has been repaved and no longer requires a trip to the dentist to replace fillings after riding).  BrickO had a medical waiver after being exposed to the crop dusting event on Airport Road, followed by Loose Screw’s spit ball, which was a direct hit.  I wonder if wipers on sunglasses have been invented?  All was forgiven at the Free House.  There is little a good Milk Stout can’t cure.

Two 14% climbs ahead

Z Rex, Rainbow Maker and Loose Screw

Our waitress was visibly distraught by the absence of Hit-the-Wall.  It was with great anticipation that she awaited the return of his beer demands (and may have mentioned that previous ex-husbands were easier to deal with).

ANNOUNCEMENTS: 1) The ride May 21 will include video footage by the Drone Master.  Please ride in your most stunning Drafter gear.  We will be sure to let Tick Tock know that the guy seemingly driving too close behind our team is a friendly, so as to avoid a repeat of cussing him out. 2) No organized ride on May 28, as it is Memorial Day.

Next week, May 14,  we will do the ROCK OF AGES 35mile ride, holding just short of Fish and Crystal lake. The Short Pour can ride to Dane (24miles) or take the cut off on Fellows.  We DID have a short pour ride last week thanks to KiloWatt, MegaWatt and Slow Cow.  Let’s see if we can’t add a few more Drafters to the 6PM group! There is an option to take the bike path home, should somebody (Tick Tock) wine incessantly about the last climb up Woodland.

Rock of Ages PDF to download: Rock of Ages 35

GPS link: Garmin Rock of Ages

Draft responsibly,

BrickO