Kirk Cameroned

Yesterday I joined a ride out of a local bike shop in Omaha and I was unceremoniously dropped off the back by much stronger riders up front about half way through. The shop is called Bike Way and I felt like the fat kid at summer camp. You know the one. The slow kid that one of the counselors has to hang off the back with on long hikes. Oh wait, I was that kid. And yesterday night on a bike path in Omaha I was left behind.

I really wanted to hang on, but they were on a tear yesterday, through wooded bike/pedestrian paths, and residential subdivisions. It was a much more competitive ride than was suggested by Trev, the guy who invited me out for the ride last week. I was feeling good that no one was showing up for the ride in matching jerseys, but yet many of the riders had wheel sets worth more than my whole bike! Thanks to the guy who lead me back to the shop and to Brian who was out for the first time also. I'm still interested in the Taco Ride, can I ride it on a crossbike?

The photo is a recreation of how I felt when I got back to shop and before my hour long drive back to the truck stop in Iowa where I stayed last night. I got a note from my sister Lindsay and a follow up from Art (see Art Show link) about my comment settings. I think I have fixed the problem and interested parties should be able to leave comments without joining blogger. Cheers.