Scott rode out with Doug, Ruben, and me. Our first miles were fairly slow allowing conversation between the three of us. It turns out that Scott and Doug, who both live in Portland, OR, will be joined by Ruben this fall. Ruben is going to attend Louis and Clark University which is located in Portland. It is a small world.
At about mile 15 the conversation ended and the ride for survival began. Scott, with his fresh legs, pulled a group of us (Ruben, Ed, Austin, and me) for the next 90 miles. We all grabbed his wheel, drafted, and hung on for dear life! The miles flew by, no pictures were taken (the scenery was mundane, at best), and stops were few. We crossed into Illinois (state #8), rode through South Beloit and into the fields beyond. At one point we needed water and food but there was none to be found so we pressed on – until Austin noticed a sign for a golf course. Where there is a golf course, there has to be a club house, where there is a club house there has to be water, food, and air conditioning. We found our oasis, got our food and drinks, and when I went to pay for our refreshments the manager of the club picked up the tab!
About 5 miles from Outdoor World, at a sharp bend in the road, we saw a flash of orange ahead. Once at the bend Ed shouted “beer!” Sure enough, there on the shoulder were four, ice cold, cans of MGD! We stopped and then saw my truck with Joan waving to us, parked a short way up the road. She had water, Gatorade, chips and dip, as well as an assortment of candy to get us through the remaining few miles.
After the ride, Joan, Scott, and I left the others and headed back to Elgin. We dropped Scott off at his sister’s house, thanked him for a great ride, and proceeded home for steak, baked potatoes, corn on the cob, a visit with family and then sleep.
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