I shouldn't be writing this blog update. I should be in Midland, enjoying a pizza and a bottle of wine in Mike and Candi's place, after working the third stage of the Ft. Davis road stage race. Instead, I am at home in Lubbock.
Who would have thought after last year's raging fires in the Trans Pecos that there would be anything left to burn? But apparently, there are/were enough pockets of dried-out vegetation that were ready to receive lightning strikes Wednesday night and erupt into more structure-threatening and livestock-roasting incendiaries. The poor people in that area: How can one live with this constant threat?
I should have known: Driving out of Lubbock, the dry April west winds blew hard enough to keep all motorists on alert. I had ridden that morning on my "End Of The World" route, barely managing a 10-mph pace on the outbound leg. Dust devils were everywhere, and you know you're in trouble when you see green tumbleweeds, not brownish, dry ones.
|It's blowing hard from the right (west)—better lean that moto|
|That's the fire that eventually cancelled the event; Prude Ranch in the foreground|
|Kinnin and Jim, our tandem Chief Judges (go figure...) at the finish of the hill climb TT|
Good thing neither my whips nor I screwed things up.
|The already-shattered Pro/1/2 field on the first climb of Saturday's road race|
And so, here I am, back in Lubbock, a bit earlier than expected. I got home with enough time to ride my bike and then cook up a fine meal. I have a little less than 2 weeks before I fly to California for the biggest stage race in the US to work for the UCI, and there's a lot of stuff to do. There may be another blog update, and there may be not. We'll see.
|Trout (garlic-meunière style), steamed green beans, and yummy potato wedges|
after 600+ miles of driving