ReklinedRider
Zen MBB Master
So, the original plan was for the wives to come along too, but they bailed, and it became just the boys riding a great rails to trails project,the Longleaf Trace, on a gorgeous Saturday. We left the northern terminus of the trail at Prentiss, MS at around 8:45 with the temp still in the mid-60's and headed for the southern terminus on the campus of the University of Southern Mississippi 43 miles away.
The plan was a leisurely pace to chat and enjoy the weather and the scenery, including the alpacas and emus (!?!in Mississippi??) on a cattle farm alongside the Trace.
About 30ish miles in, this plan was temporarily disrupted by a pair of lycra-lads who blew by with a very snotty 'on your left'. Now, 'on your left' can be pleasant and polite, or it can be snotty and rude. This one was definitely snotty and rude. I was just going to let it slide but Larry said 'go! Show them boys how it's done!' Now, I'm not normally a DF hunter like some of our notable members....for one thing I'm not that fast. But I'm getting faster, and the good weather and a long week at work bade me put the hammer down and teach a little respect for grampas on recumbents. So, off i went, 'see you guys in Hattiesburg'. Caught up quickly and stayed behind but off to the left to make the point that I wasn't drafting. Their initial pace was around 19, and they were taking turns pulling; they ramped it up and up to 23 on flats, 21 on grades, and 26-28 on downhills (rails to trails, max grades 2%). Still 12 miles to H'burg. After 5 or 6 miles their uphill pace started fading, til finally i decided to go ahead and pass. I didn't return the snotty 'on your left'. But I wanted to say, have a good ride, you 30somethings just got dropped like rocks by a 63 year old grandfather of four on a recumbent. UPHILL. Smoke that! But nothing needed to be said...
I guess every once in awhile that kind of thing is fun
Anyway, we met back up in H'burg....here are Larry and Henry relaxing in the shade at the nicely appointed southern terminus:
And a Vendetta, doing the same:
Then a nice lunch at your basic greasy spoon southern diner (all fried, all the time!)
(Heyyyy.....lookit that coool bike on the right......)
Then the trip home, having Larry set the pace since he had decided he wanted to tack on extra miles at the end to get his first century
And enjoying the scenery--Larry and the alpacas
And a random civil war vet in a Giro helmet and bike jersey with the same alpacas
(aka a grampa on a killer recumbent)
Not to mention the emu:
(file limitation mandates finishing this in another post)
The plan was a leisurely pace to chat and enjoy the weather and the scenery, including the alpacas and emus (!?!in Mississippi??) on a cattle farm alongside the Trace.
About 30ish miles in, this plan was temporarily disrupted by a pair of lycra-lads who blew by with a very snotty 'on your left'. Now, 'on your left' can be pleasant and polite, or it can be snotty and rude. This one was definitely snotty and rude. I was just going to let it slide but Larry said 'go! Show them boys how it's done!' Now, I'm not normally a DF hunter like some of our notable members....for one thing I'm not that fast. But I'm getting faster, and the good weather and a long week at work bade me put the hammer down and teach a little respect for grampas on recumbents. So, off i went, 'see you guys in Hattiesburg'. Caught up quickly and stayed behind but off to the left to make the point that I wasn't drafting. Their initial pace was around 19, and they were taking turns pulling; they ramped it up and up to 23 on flats, 21 on grades, and 26-28 on downhills (rails to trails, max grades 2%). Still 12 miles to H'burg. After 5 or 6 miles their uphill pace started fading, til finally i decided to go ahead and pass. I didn't return the snotty 'on your left'. But I wanted to say, have a good ride, you 30somethings just got dropped like rocks by a 63 year old grandfather of four on a recumbent. UPHILL. Smoke that! But nothing needed to be said...
I guess every once in awhile that kind of thing is fun
Anyway, we met back up in H'burg....here are Larry and Henry relaxing in the shade at the nicely appointed southern terminus:
And a Vendetta, doing the same:
Then a nice lunch at your basic greasy spoon southern diner (all fried, all the time!)
(Heyyyy.....lookit that coool bike on the right......)
Then the trip home, having Larry set the pace since he had decided he wanted to tack on extra miles at the end to get his first century
And enjoying the scenery--Larry and the alpacas
And a random civil war vet in a Giro helmet and bike jersey with the same alpacas
(aka a grampa on a killer recumbent)
Not to mention the emu:
(file limitation mandates finishing this in another post)