Crotty comes alive!

Kama sutra for cyclists - the three way

We're well into the training season and seeing some performance improvements.  The amount of banter being exchanged before, during and after the rides has also increased, but alas probably not the quality.

Saturday saw us heading to Zube by way of Starbucks.  Can't remember exactly how it cropped up, but there was much mirth while waiting for coffee over the possibility that my Facebook feed might show "Andy has been listening to Heart on Spotify".  I shudder to even write it, what about my jazz rock/Prog sensibilities?

The merry quips didn't stop once we were on the road.  We got carved up by a lunatic driving a pickup, who shot across Kevin's bows and then decided he hadn't meant to in the first place.  I pointed out that Kevin, in his current mountain man/Duck Dynasty posture, could get some revenge by opening his window and staring psychotically at  the miscreant, but we ran the risk of provoking gunplay.  Kevin noted that as gun-hating pacifist liberals, about the best we could do would be throw hot chai tea latte at him (aiming of course for the truck, not the driver).

We survived the road rage incident and somehow moved on to discussing Peter Frampton, don't ask me how or why.  Kevin of course managed to drag out a Humble Pie song that he loved, featuring the said Frampton on guitar at some ridiculously young age.  Lee reminded us that BJ his sweetheart (hi BJ, here's your name check!) had found a copy of "I'm in you", a Frampton album from 1977, in a second hand record shop, and had posted a picture of it on FB.  For those of you like me who are less than familiar with the Frampton discography, this one features a cheesecake shot of the boy with his golden tresses a-flowing and his smooth, hairless chest artlessly displayed.  Note that Steely Dan released "Aja" that year too, so it's not like there wasn't anything else new to play on your gramophone.  In fairness I should point out that my own sweetheart had a disturbing fondness for moustachioed troubadours like Jonathan Edwards at about the same time.  This was of course before she met me.

There was an organized ride out of Zube that morning, so we parked up at the Hockley community center instead, on a rather foggy and cool morning.  We geared up and headed north, planning to ride our current route with some bonus miles around Hempstead.

Hakuna matata!

As always Kevin took off like a ferret on meth and we had to pull him back.  The general rule is "5 at 15", meaning ride the first five miles at 15mph as a warm up, but Kevin clearly thought we were ready for 20 at 20.  Anyway we arrived at the wild game preserve pretty rapidly, in time to catch sight of the zebra herds.

Tally Ho!

On to the usual break and then we headed into lovely Hempstead, the jewel of Waller County, for our extra miles.  It turned into a very pleasant run along quiet, smooth country roads that we don't normally see.  Soon enough we were back in familiar territory with enough of a tail wind to be cruising along at 17mph.  Kevin of course had plenty of energy left even after 40+ miles and proved it by pulling ahead to get this cheerful shot.  Not long after we were back at the start and ready for some chocolate milk, to wash down the inevitable post-ride banter.