Square One

Yesterday I rolled down to Jeff City on my day off in pursuit of pancake flat roads. Hwy 94 is the venue for the state TT, also, a great place to do a baseline test. It was a bit chilly (~45) and a strong wind out of the south at 12-15 mph. Good news about time trials into the wind, there is a tailwind at the turn-around.

So, I about threw up on myself, but things went relatively well. As suspected, I am definitely on my way to some sort of form...however, that form is certainly at a distance. After my two efforts, I rolled back to the car, took down a recovery shake, then suited up with some warmer clothes and headed to Holt's Summit.

There is a problem with riding on that side of Jeff...you have to ride down 54 to get there. After reaching the exit, there is a long climb into town, then it levels off, much like a plateau. As I rolled through the small network of towns (Holts, Lake Makke, and New Bloomfield), I quickly realized that the highway seems to disappear (however, I was actually enveloped by 54 and 63. Most of the homes in the towns were quaint, but offered a lot of property. There was not much in the means of farming, but many horses, cows, and vineyards.

Some jackass had to ruin my view of this unique niche; driving a huge Toyota SUV, a group of younger guys swerved from the left lane into mine, giving me the bird, and honking like a bunch of tools. I rebuttled with my classic wave, head shake, and to put the icing on the cake, I gave them Thomas's favorite: the kiss goodbye.

I traversed nearly to Fulton, then turned around and headed back. I do believe I may have stumbled upon a road that would take me to Guthrie...now, I have to figure out how to make a loop out of all these new-found roads. Wouldn't you know it, the same db's past me in their ginormous SUV, this time limiting the antics to honking and waves. Who knows, maybe they thought they knew me. No, they were definitely idiots.

The evening brought a better mood; K and I had the Prozenberger Podium over to the house for some lasagna. Though K has made it before, this was the first time I had really made it from scratch (well, that I can remember). It turned out excellent (if I do say so myself), and everyone else seemed to think so too. Little D is getting so big. Parker finally outweighs him. They paralleled each other for a few months, but P took Dillon at the line.

Today was a quick recovery ride on the trainer, and I gave my core the old heizman. Tomorrow is another day.