Sunday, August 24, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Sunday, August 03, 2008
There comes a point on every ragbrai that I feel wonderfully lost in Iowa. There's an eery, complete lack of needing anything with a carefree sense of life. My mind freely wanders to nothing. It's always while on my bike, usually alone. This was where it hit me this year. If I'm lucky - the feeling lasts for a dozen or so miles. I highly recommend trying to find your spot.
Loading up the truck at O'Grady's in CB, I noticed the gnome had a bead of sweat building on his brow. It took just a half a second, after placing him on the Penske, he jumped to the ground. He knew this was going to be a scary trip. Looking down, I saw him busted in two at the knees. A collective gasp went out from Flashback. Was this going to doom the gnome's trip?
Jen O. quickly assessed the situation. "I can fix him." I had my doubts. He was busted bad. Jen would bring him back on Tuesday in Jefferson. The operation was a success. With a princess band-aid on his knee, and a Flashback tat on his pointy hat, he was ready to roll.