Cycling Up a Storm

My wife and I completed a three day-tour recently, the Cycle North Carolina Spring Ride in Edenton, NC. We put up our tent in 20 mph winds. I had to tie her bike to our canopy to keep it grounded. Then the rain began. We went to sleep to the sound of snapping nylon and awoke to a roar at 4:00 AM. Then the bike fell on top of the tent. Then people started yelling. I extricated myself to see a very large pine tree lying in the middle of the extremely crowded campground.

Everyone was awake and very scared. We went ahead and stayed awake. Later that morning after weathering the storm in our car we made our way a couple of blocks uptown. A large oak tree was overturned in the street. Incredible tough crepe myrtle branches were snapped off. A chimney was blown off the Barker House, a pre-Revolutionary War historical site. The century old Masonic Lodge was blown off its foundation.

So, we ate breakfast and went for a ride. So did almost all of the other 1100 cyclists who showed up for the tour. The wind wasn’t blowing anymore and the rain seemed to be abating. Riding our bikes. That’s why we were there. In the end, it was a great weekend, albeit one with a rough start. The weather, although a little windy near the waterfront, was great. We got to see a lot of really cool bikes including my favorite, a tandem that was a recumbent for the captain and a conventionally framed bike for the stroker.

  • chicobrian

    Really well written, Lou…this is all so very easy to identify with.
    I saw a couple stages of the Tour of California this year. In Davis, I muscled my way up to the barrier that separated the pros from the fans. You are correct…they have remarkably slender torsos. Seeing them in person reminded me of the first time I saw thoroughbred racehorses…much smaller, thinner, and tauter than I had expected.
    The surprise, however, for me was how approachable many of the riders were. Andy impressed me the most with his friendly smile, willingness to sigh autographs and chat with the spectators (his English is really good). I guess, it’s for that reason alone that I’m pulling for him to do something special on stage 17 tomorrow.
    That Spaniard who I’d like to ride with, even for a minute, would be Alberto. That would be a blast!
    With Alberto, I think we are witnessing greatness that transcends the generations. It’s like the man was and bike are a single entity. When he breaks, he rips away from the peloton like a trout snatching a fly, When he steps up on his pedals he looks like he’s made of styrofoam. And on the TTs he’s a dagger.
    Tomorrow could be one of the best stages in years.

  • veloreviews

    Wow. Now I understand how you overcame your aversion to wind!