It finally happened. I got on my bike after work last night and I was overdressed. Tights, full-fingered gloves, long-sleeve jersey. It was too much. A warm, sunny day in Anchorage. Who knew?
It’s about freakin’ time, that's all I can say.
The bike trail along Campbell Creek almost could have qualified as crowded. Kids on after-school rides, commuters; it was nice to see a little traffic of the non-motorized variety. Hell, it felt so good that I barely got mad at the dog walker who was standing 30 feet from her hairy beast because she was using one of those damned retractable leashes with the barely visible cord. I nearly hit the stupid thing.
According to the reports I’m hearing, a few Anchorage trails are ready for riding and the others are getting close. Maybe Team Megasorass can get in a group ride on the 24-hour course this week.
Any locals looking for some action this weekend (and really, who isn’t looking for some action every weekend?) should check out Rio’s latest evil plot, the Crusty Bits Good Time Trial. The 18-mile course is a secret, any bike with two wheels is allowed, there’s a time bonus for costumes, bonuses for ugliest bike and heaviest bike, and every rider must have a one-gallon freezer bag with his or her name on it.
I don’t think I want to know what’s gonna happen with those bags.
I’ll be busy with out-of-state guests this weekend, so I have to miss the festivities. Hopefully, someone will get some incriminating shots of DaveIT for me to post on the blog.
To get in on the race, meet up at 7 p.m. Saturday at the Trail Watch building next to Westchester Lagoon.