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Footballguy
How trusting are y’all?
last night was the weekly team rocket tri ride on the Arsenal, where about 12-20 people show up outside the gate, ride in (Not everyone has access on their own). We got out, rode down to the river in different ability groups, turn around and head back. Usually it’s about 20-24 miles. Then run a mile or two.
last night, I rode with the B group because I didn’t want to push hard the whole time, but I decided to push a little and got ahead of the pack. By probably a mile or so. When I got to the river I looked over and there’s a significant storm cloud clearly coming our way. Apparently most of the others either saw it early or turned back at about the same time I did, as nobody else was near by.
Storm hits, heavy rain, and cross winds strong enough to push my bike sideways. Thankfully the winds are from the south and we’re heading mostly north.
visibility was shot, then a truck passes me, stops with its blinker on. I assume it’s part of our crew or Someone they had called. Frankly I didn’t care, we’re on the Arsenal and I don’t consider myself a target. I get in, talk to the guy for a bit (he’s major in the national guard, here for classes). Then we stop for another rider, a tiny female. She gets in, wants to sit in the back (covered Dodge Ram) because she wants to protect her bike (I offered the front seat, she didn’t want it).
Granted, we’re on the Arsenal and she knew me, and that storm was significant. But would you have gotten in, in most circumstances?
last night was the weekly team rocket tri ride on the Arsenal, where about 12-20 people show up outside the gate, ride in (Not everyone has access on their own). We got out, rode down to the river in different ability groups, turn around and head back. Usually it’s about 20-24 miles. Then run a mile or two.
last night, I rode with the B group because I didn’t want to push hard the whole time, but I decided to push a little and got ahead of the pack. By probably a mile or so. When I got to the river I looked over and there’s a significant storm cloud clearly coming our way. Apparently most of the others either saw it early or turned back at about the same time I did, as nobody else was near by.
Storm hits, heavy rain, and cross winds strong enough to push my bike sideways. Thankfully the winds are from the south and we’re heading mostly north.
visibility was shot, then a truck passes me, stops with its blinker on. I assume it’s part of our crew or Someone they had called. Frankly I didn’t care, we’re on the Arsenal and I don’t consider myself a target. I get in, talk to the guy for a bit (he’s major in the national guard, here for classes). Then we stop for another rider, a tiny female. She gets in, wants to sit in the back (covered Dodge Ram) because she wants to protect her bike (I offered the front seat, she didn’t want it).
Granted, we’re on the Arsenal and she knew me, and that storm was significant. But would you have gotten in, in most circumstances?
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