Last week, I didn't really ride a whole bunch. I am kind of bummed out about it. I need to lock it up, and get back on the bike here. I did get a couple of comments about weight loss, but I am not sure if it is flattery or genuine. I guess I will have to get a scale. I also wanted to thank everyone for reading, the blog has had 309 views, 4 views in the U.K., 3 in Canada, and 302 in the U.S. I am really excited. Thank you all who have been checking it out, and Thank you to all who told there friends that are into this kind of thing. Thanks again.
SUNDAY: The day after my big ride, I got up early, and hit the road. Lucas didn't make it on this voyage. I road from my house to river road (hwy. 44), and then on to the Bonne Carre Spillway. The spillway was cool because I road up the levee, and I had a sweet view of the river. The benefit of riding this way is the fact that you can ride up on the levee. They have a paved road on top that is pretty nice, and it goes from Ormand subdivision in Destrehan, La to Audubon park in New Orleans, La. The portion of trail that I rode was pretty flat. Once I got to the leg of the ride that was on the levee, I immediately noticed that this was a different world up here. These people were well equipped. Every rider that I encountered had an expensive bike, some kind of a jersey [outside of wind resistance I do not know what the benefit is], multiple water bottles. I also noticed that they travel in packs. I am assuming that they are drafting each other for a better personal performance. Given our track record from the last two postings, Lucas and I don't need to worry about this yet.
On my way out, I passed this lady [riding a Cannondale which is an expensive bike], who zoomed pass me a few minutes later. After she passed me she took a pretty good spill. I thought it was awesome. I didn't really see what happened, but she went down hard. Just so you guys know when I do fall I will tell you about it. I am sure it will happen to me sooner or later, hopefully it is funny. When I passed by, I asked her if she was OK, she was, and I was on my way. I didn't really have a destination in mind, so I just kept going. I decided to turn around when I got to St. Rose, La. I stopped at a local bar that has been there since the beginning of time. It's called "St. Rose Tavern". It is a really cool little place. Now I am on my way back, and I stopped at a gas station under the I-310 bridge. I picked up some water, and rode back to the levee. Once I was back on the levee, my chain came off and wedged between the gears on my back wheel and the rim. The caused my back wheel to freeze up, and I almost fell. I got off the bike, and put the chain back on. For some reason, my rear tire was rubbing on the frame. I was sure that I bent the rim, so I call my Uncle Russell to come pick me up because he lives near by. Lucas came pick me up from my uncle's house. Later, I realized that my rim wasn't bent. The chain had pulled the wheel out of alignment with the frame. Had I realized this earlier I could have completed my ride. I was kind of mad about it. All in all a good day. 22 miles complete.
WEDNESDAY: Nothing really fun about this ride. Lucas and I rode around a few neighborhoods in Laplace. Knocked out about 11 miles. We had a pretty good pace going, but unfortunately nothing happened. We just kind of rode around without falling or anything.
Saturday: Lucas went to Fl. for the weekend to ride with Joe, so I am riding solo again. I decided to go for a long ride. I didn't leave really early in the morning, but it was kind of cool so I didn't have to. My goal for the day was to conquer the Manchac bridge. When we went to Manchac last week, I sized it up a little, and I am not intimidated. Right before I left, my sister called and asked me to go to my moms house, so I figured I would just ride by on the bike. I made it there, no problem it is near by. I sat a talked a while with my sister and mom. Then I left [this changes my route to get to Manchac which extends my trip].
Down Belle Terre blvd, left on a side street that brings me to Carrolwood, across Hwy 61 and down Hemlock, over on West 5th, down Main st. to Hwy 51. It was pretty uneventful. There were plenty of people fishing. I guess because it was so much later in the day than last week. I made it to Ruddock, and I wasn't feeling good at all. I decided to turn back and call for a ride. I made it back to LaPlace without a problem, only now I am feeling worse. My plan was to ride to my grandmothers house, and just leave my bike there. So, I was riding on Hwy 51, feeling terrible. All of the sudden it hit, projectile vomit. I just kept pedaling. I only had about a quarter mile left, and I probably threw up like 10 times in that span. I went home took a nap and watched some football. Outside of almost throwing up again several times during the LSU game, I was good to go.
Hopefully I will have a long trip next weekend.
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