|Newsletter - 2000 Archive|
It is the Fall Flatlander, and my 'brevet on mt. bike' experiment isn't going all that well. This thing has no umph...or is it me? Ken hasn't realized he's dropped me and is becoming a speck on the horizon on 0 Ave. Eventually he realizes I'm gone - he doubles back.
"I'm not in any hurry, let's take our time." Great, he's in baby sitter mode.
We pull into the Aldergrove border crossing - I need water.
And what good is a mt. bike, I muse quietly, if you can't jump the occasional curb? This will be my first extreme maneuver, and as a bonus it will be witnessed by one of the planet's premier endurance cyclists - I bet he'll be impressed.
I go up, I come down...it is a forward roll in a sort-of layout position. As I hit the pavement, all I can think about is those security cameras - somewhere inside a border guard is laughing.
"What were you trying to do?" Ken asks matter of factly.
A few clicks up the road Ken has a great idea: "Hey, why don't you write this up for the rando newsletter?"
"I don't think so," I respond "...too embarrassing."