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to Amelia Island Cycling
All,
Before we got to the start of the ride, we saw him. In the bike
lane on Atlantic Ave. cleaning up debris so the rest of us don’t
pick up a flat. Our own Dan L. was out there doing his thing.
We are so lucky to belong to this wonderful fellowship of
cyclists on Amelia Island who ride together, help each other
and get to socialize and share our rides together. We have
other picker-uppers, too, like David and Mike, thanks guys!
And we have ride leaders, assistant ride leaders, club officers
and domestiques of all sizes and shapes. We are so fortunate
to live and play here, especially on a day like today!
And a near perfect weather day it was today! With temps in the high
sixties to low seventies, a gentle breeze out the northwest and
bright blue clear skies, what more could you ask for? Well,
John G., aka “Top Gun”, could have asked to make it to the
start of the ride without getting a flat, I guess. But as our group
of twenty-one cycling enthusiasts gathered, chatted at
at Main Beach eagerly anticipating another rousing rendition
of the safety brief and warmly welcoming Donna P. back from an extended
stay in the Empire State, it was reported that John was sidelined on
S. Fletcher fixing his flat tire. At that point, bike angel #1, Greg B.,
volunteered to go back to help and make sure John got it fixed
and was on the road again.
So… the rest of us did the north loop and the Fort roads expecting
they would catch us up there, though the group seemed in no hurry
today. The fast set rode fast but there were no rabbits and folks
stuck together pretty much. By the time your ride leader and a few
of the B group riders rolled in for our break, John G. and Greg had
caught up to us but problems persisted. Now the new tube was losing
air and John decided to pump it and try to make a run for it to Joe P.’s garage,
back near main beach. No such luck, however. After the group had its
requisite ten plus minutes of basking in the sun on the wall at the fort,
we came upon John and Joe tending to the second flat on the road
leading out of the fort. Rats! Bike angel #2, Joe P. attempted to work
his magic on what was later described to me as a badly cut tire while
bike angel #3, George K. offered to ride home to get a car/van to take
John home. With so many angels flying around, the rest of rode on
and headed for the Dog Park.
And a sweet ride it was. We even were able to cross 8th street
without stopping in the middle! By now the temperature was
well into the 70s, the sky was still cloudless and Patty P.,
Sally M., Donna P. and I had a most enjoyable tour of the horse
farm and ride to the airport.
After a nice, leisurely break at the dog park, Greg B. informed
me that Joe was able to get John G. back on the road using
the old folded up dollar bill inside the tire trick. The Fellowship
of the Wheel had prevailed once again!
Peter
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