Was that... Dan?!

That's right, Dan Dyke, the Double-D, showed for a ride this afternoon. Twitter does work!

Scott, Jimmy, Allen, Dan, and I met at Mitchell Church of Christ this afternoon for a short, easy ride. We held to that plan, cruising down the Super 2 to Huck's. We stopped for a treat, then Allen changed the plan. He got out-Allen'd though... Scott changed the changed plan. We headed further south into seldom-ridden sections of Amish country, and found some very nice riding.

Eventually we turned north again, going over some of Allen's super-secret-segments. I don't think we broke any records, as a healthy (at times) northeast wind slowed us some. It wasn't unpleasant - quite the opposite. it was cool, clear, and sunny. It just wasn't fast.

Jimmy made a breakaway move late in the ride, and that inspired me to chase. I've made a segment out of it just to see who's been out there and what they've done. I have no idea how this will come out until it populates later.

Running tomorrow!

Lord of the Segments, Pt. 9

Hurried Good-byes
Normdalph wasted no time and was gone. For a few awkward moments Randwise and Jimmy sat in silence, staring blankly at the cursed GPS. Thoughts raced through both their minds, mostly about where they might be going, how long they might be gone (I hope it won’t be more than a few days!), and most of all, how would Bedfordtonians think of them upon their return.

Soon the urgency of Normdalph’s warning sank in, and the duo made haste as they prepared to leave. There wasn’t enough time to prepare properly, and since they only had to travel one town over, they packed lightly. Only the essential materials, such as water, Gatorade, gels, shot blocks, and any other items that would fit into a proper Camelback kit. At least, that’s what Jimmy did. Being quick and alert as a fox, his gear was ready in no time. Randwise tended to be far more thorough and far less selective about his packing, and when he finally returned he dragged behind him a bag large enough to carry a body.  Jimmy only sighed, and gently suggested Randwise strip down to the essentials, and perhaps borrow a smaller pack. Randwise reluctantly agreed, and after an interminable wait, was finally properly outfitted for the trip.

The pair waited until evening to depart. It was still a bit light out, but the light was fading in the west, and the first stars of the moonless night were already twinkling. Day animals were all but silent now, and the nocturnal life was stirring, their mysterious noises already rising all around. Southward the pair went, through the lights of the city, down around Hillcrest, and finally across the river bridge into Dixieland. It was still some time to go, but the dark had already overtaken them. A couple of hours of walking awaited them, so they wasted no time.

Presently they heard noises off to the side, near the river’s edge. It was the sound of laughter, of roughhousing, and camp gear being scattered all about. A campfire cast its light onto the lower tree branches, and strange shadows danced on the leaves. Curiosity overcame Jimmy, and against Randwise’s urging, crept towards the sound.