Well, not exactly. Its September, Indiana, 80 degrees, and dry. But last nights ride was over 'pavement' that doesn't deserve the word 'paved'. The June flood ravaged roads in the valleys east of town were washed away down to the dirt and gravel, or chunky, at best. Then there was the farmer plowing his corn field, dust and fine corn stalk particles burning my eyes, and three big climbs. This ride could dislocate joints and knock teeth loose! I don't know how 6 of us came out of it without a single flat. It was enough to make me cross this route off my list for years to come!
In other news... I'm hiring a coach for next year!
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Sounds like riding in New Orleans the Thanksgiving after Katrina. It was... interesting. Lacked the dust from a farmer, but included the usual nasty headwinds, some destroyed streets and blasted roads. No climbing though. New Orleans had to manufacture a hill so the kids would know what they're like.
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