|Placid Sunrise at the Swim Hole - Lake Pontchartrain|
We went to the rise that Rich will not cross at the west side of the Swim Hole to wait for the group. Suddenly I noticed a big light-colored SUV coming at us, its driver had his head and most of his shoulders stuck out of the window and was talking a mile a minute. It was Keith. He looked like he just woke up, but his hair was surprisingly well coiffed. I didn't understand a single word he uttered as he rolled past us toward the east. Terry Riedl was right there and I asked, "What did he say?" "I have no idea," said Terry.
The group was about 45 strong and it didn't take long for the pace to quicken once we got on Hayne. Maybe three miles down Hayne, Rich caught a flat. About eight of us stopped, and it looked as if the group had continued on. Rich took a little extra time with the flat because he couldn't get his CO2 cartridge to bite on the valve stem. Randy cut the top off of a valve stem cap, which acted like an extension and proved to be the fix.
|Keith handles Rich's bike to assist|
|Looking for Rich's Lost Garmin?|
The ride home was typical: fast but manageable. Lately, the bunch has raced full-out from the base of the Casino Bridge to the top of Seabrook Bridge. If you don't grab a big gear at the top of the first bridge and pedal like hell down it, you'll be climbing the second bridge alone. My computer (not a Garmin, but still on my bike) showed a max speed today of 35.4 mph, which I presume was down the Casino Bridge coming home.
|Cool Down on Lakeshore Dr.|
|Snipped from Facebook|
The good news is that Page found Rich's Garmin, somewhat scuffed, but we should again have satellite time.