Monday March 20, 2006 we had a new
member join the bike club. It is rare to do a club bike ride on a
Monday. Matter of fact I am not sure if we have ever done a ride on a
Monday before. For what ever reason Pete and his son Paul were going to
ride this Monday. Pete called me to see what I was doing. I was just
putzing around trying to stay busy doing a few things around the house
before dinner. Pete asked if I wanted to go for a short evening ride. I
thought why not.
It had been a nice day, but it was
starting to cool off quickly. I didnít take the time to do much more than
throw on a fleece pull over and put on my helmet. I was ready to ride.
Pete pulled up shortly in my drive way and with him was his son Paul. I
was surprised to see Paul was wearing shorts. Definitely a little too
cool for me to wear shorts, but kids are tough.
I asked Pete where he wanted to go
and he didnít have any firm plan so we headed out to ride around the
neighborhood. Peteís parentís live relatively close so I suggested we go
over there for a quick visit. Peteís bike was making a lot of funny
noises. It sounded like something was rubbing against his rear tire. I
canít remember if Pete had his bike radio on, but for what ever reason he
couldnít hear the rubbing noise. Paul and I were both laughing at Peteís
bike. Finally Pete pulled over and tried to adjust the plastic fender he
has mounted under his burrito basket. Thinking he had fixed the problem
we started riding again. We had only been riding for a hundred feet or so
when the noise got even louder. Again, Pete stopped to monkey around with
his bike. This happened two or three more times. At this point we had
spent more time stopped while Pete tried to fix his bike as time riding.
I was beginning to think it was going to be dark before we even got more
than a few blocks from my house.
For Paul to qualify as a club member
the ride has to be a minimum distance of 10.0 miles. At this pace we
would never make 10.0 miles. Finally Pete just started ignoring the noise
and we kept riding.
We got to Peteís parents house and
Paul went up to the door to see if his grandparents were home. They were
home and they invited us in to warm up for a minute. We stayed and
chatted with them for a very short time before we said we had to leave.
We were only there a couple minutes and Peteís Mom laughed when I said it
had been nice talking with you as we started to leave. I was being
sarcastic since we hadnít been there long enough to even have a real
conversation. It was nice to warm up since the temperature felt like it
had fallen below freezing.
We retraced our path back to my
house making sure we rode far enough to get over 10.0 miles including the
distance they rode over to my house and then from my house back home
again. It hadnít gotten quite dark and I used my headlight and turned on
my light up spoke reflectors for the ride back to my house.
So, the next time you see Peteís son
Paul make sure you congratulate him on being the newest member of the
coolest bike club in Oakland County, the Rochester Hills PCT Bike and Hike
Club. Following are the statistics from this short evening ride, 10.73
miles total, 17.4 max mph, 34 min 35 sec time on bikes (not including the
trip from Peteís and back) and 10.6 average mph.