I launched at daylight for a 55-mile bike ride across Kentucky farmland. It was a perfect morning for riding – overcast, cooler, even drizzling rain at times. My mind was on the State baseball championships, which begin this weekend in Tullahoma. I mentally reviewed the batting order as I pedaled through corn fields and tobacco barns. I saw at least a dozen deer and twice that many turkey.
Suddenly, 36-miles into my ride, I snapped back to reality as I saw movement approaching from a parallel road. He would intersect my road in about a quarter of a mile. He was moving quickly. It soon became clear that he would reach the intersection first and thus take the lead. Pride is a terrible thing.
I surveyed the terrain ahead and saw that we had a short climb coming up then a long downhill. I’d have to time it perfectly. I inventoried my energy, took a quick swig of water and prepared to attack. We hit the climb and I popped up out of the saddle and pulled alongside. I glanced over at the buggy jockey and he gave me a snarl then turned back to his steed. A loud shrill emanated from his lips then he gave a sharp rap with the reins and yelled, “Yaaaaaaa.” Fast trot quickly turned canter which became a run and it was on. I danced on the pedals to hold my position until we crested the hill then I downshifted, tucked and sped away with another Tour de Bluegrass victory!