The Last RoundUp (take two)

Today was (probably) the last organized ride of the season. A year ago I might have looked at today’s forecast (50 degrees and rain) and decided to stay home to do the laundry. But I already paid the registration fee, and it’s warmer than it was from Thompson Falls to Missoula.

Sunday, October 7. I leave Madison in the dark. There’s not a whole lot of traffic at 6 AM on a Sunday. I’m listening to a Nigerian American artist and writer talk about his work on the radio. It starts to mist as I head out of town. I stop for coffee in the Only Waunakee in the World. As I start to dictate this in their parking lot, I realize that my phone is trying to type the nearest Spanish phonetic equivalent to what I am saying. When I say “Change to English”, it types “sangre”. When I say it again, it starts typing in English.

After riding with 2500 people in the Door County Century, on today’s ride I saw a total of five on the road. There were two people at the registration table when I arrived but I didn’t see them again. I saw a family of five about 20 miles in, but they were going the other way.

As a result, I had plenty of time to compose a letter to the editor.

Dear Editors:

The Wisconsin State Journal, like most of the mainstream media and the Senate, had the narrative wrong on the Brett Kavanaugh story. By casting it as a tale of “unsubstantiated allegations” you were able to reduce it to a he said/she said story. Since the “corroborating witnesses” had a vested interest in failing to recall the events of that night in 1982, and were self-professed blackout drunks, there is little surprise that no evidence was found to corroborate Dr. Ford’s testimony.

This way, Senate Republicans (and you, by printing their narrative) could cast this as the tale of “two lives utterly destroyed”. One of those lives can spend the rest of his life drying his crocodile tears with his new black robe.

Missing in this narrative is what we learned in the past week. Mr. Kavanaugh perjured himself more than once. He told us that his high school drunkenness was totally legal. Unfortunately, the record shows that the drinking age was 21 when he was engaging in his teenage hijinks. He told us he got into Yale with “no connections”. Unfortunately, the record shows that he was a legacy student, as his grandfather had gone to Yale. Why were these lies not the story? We didn’t have to go back 35 years to find out what kind of man he is, he showed us in his testimony. If he will lie about small things in order to gain power, why should we believe him about big things when he comes to power?

He showed utter contempt for the Senate and for the democratic process when he refused to answer direct questions and instead turned those questions around and asked them of the Senator questioning him. I’m no lawyer, but even I know that when you are testifying under oath your role is to answer questions, not to ask them.

So now we have a Supreme Court justice who shows himself to be a liar under oath and contemptuous of our constitutional form of government. And he is there for the rest of his young life.

As for the ride. It was misty/drizzling for most of today’s ride. When it got a bit chilly, I received the warming gift of a 20% grade to climb. After about 25 miles it became chilly enough to put my shoe covers on. That way, the next time we had a 10 or 15% grade, I was not in need of that grade to get warm. Leaves are turning, though with 100% cloud cover, we had to rely on the leaves themselves for their brilliance. There was no sunlight to add dazzle.

At one point I realized that it was not raining. I really don’t know when it stopped. I do know that the hardest rain came in the last 5 miles. We were provided with a cue sheet that recorded mileage to the nearest 1 1/1000 of a mile. Unfortunately, it was off by as much as 4 miles some of the time. Many road signs were missing. Being on a route with virtually no other riders and almost no route markings, this made for an interesting adventure finding my way back.

Most of the roads had names with “hollow” or “ridge” in them. It was clear we’d be going up and down a lot. One of the roads was “Dog Hollow”, which had me singing this:

Remember, there’s only a week left to vote in Madison Magazine’s “Best of Madison” awards.

Next week: The Famous Blue Spoon to Little Village Ride.

The Last Round-up (Take One)

Tonight was the last Wednesday Night Bike Ride. It being October, sunsets are coming pretty early. There isn’t much time for after work rides.

Tonight’s ride was on a toll road – the Capital City Trail. The county website says the trail is closed for repaving ( though the same site says it will reopen mid-September, so there are no recent updates). Multiple other sources assured me that the paving is complete and the trail is open.

They were wrong, as evidenced by the “trail closed” signs at each road crossing/ trail entrance. The crossings are being redone and have six inch deep cuts, with gaps of 1-3 feet in the pavement. Trying to jump them would result in damage to more than a tire if one missed.

Due to the 25 mph wind, the trail was covered by debris including leaves, twigs, branches, and (concealed in the leaves) black walnuts. For those unfamiliar with black walnuts, they are a little bigger than golf balls, green, and slippery.

Due to the 85 degree temperature, the new asphalt attracted dozens of snakes 6-24 inches long (15-60cm for the Canadian readers) basking in the heat.

I forgot my phone. That it was momentarily distressing stuck me as odd, as I’ve had a cell phone for only six months. Still, it was with me every day for 4400 miles this summer, and its absence meant no pictures of this ride. Early on there were a couple of detours due to underpasses that were underwater. Later there were multiple stream crossings on a trail that isn’t supposed to cross any streams. It does run through marshland and the wet weather this summer meant a couple of dozen areas where we crossed running water. The wind was from the south and the last few miles we returned north. The tailwind was pretty nice.

In Praise of Quality Stuff

Long time readers of this blog know that I have a couple of bikes nearly 29 years old. I 78F06685-4188-4375-ACE7-5958C9105B0Dbelieve in buying good things and using them for a long time. When I returned from a 2 month trip this summer I discovered that the gauge on my tire pump had failed. I bought this pump in 1974. Ten or so years ago I replaced the hose, as it had begun to leak. I’ve had to replace the rubber chuck a few times. The leather washer in the barrel needs occasional re-lubing. I am happy to say that, after nearly 45 years a replacement gauge is still available. The pump and new gauge worked fine tonight. I think it will outlive me. Maybe I’ll will it to one of my kids. I don’t often plug specific products, but this pump is still available, in an updated version. It costs more than most, but is serviceable, repairable, and durable. Why buy anything else?

This may be the last Wednesday Night Ride, but it’s not the last ride. Stay tuned for theBOM2019_160x150_1535470767904_12972535_ver1.0 Ocooch Fall Ride and the annual Blue Spoon to Little Village ride. And you still have until October 15 to vote in Madison Magazine’s “Best of Madison” awards for your favorite local blog (in the “Arts and Entertainment” category).