It Was a Joan Baez Kind of Day

If living in Nebraska has taught me anything it is to read the fine print, especially when it comes to late winter/early spring forecasts. 60+ degrees seemed like a really nice day, then there was the winds and oh how those winds sucked but it is Nebraska and we don't want to use one of our only two really nice days so early in the year.



The plan this week was to head out to Malcolm on a little bit of an extended loop to try to get in about 50 miles of gravel. Despite the wind, the sun was out and it was really a great day to be out on the bicycle getting in some base miles.



We met up with a farm dog on route, nothing special really about that as there are hundreds of them out there but this one was making sure it's owner got a little cardio before it decided to go home. Whose the good boy taking his owner for a run?



The plan was to stop at the bridge over the interstate to see if it was an adequate location for a bridge beer but a little fire ruined that plan.



As is usually the case when your first choice is closed, you look for the nearest dive and we just happened to stumble upon a dive bridge that was opened for business. While the bridge might have been divey, the White Elm Cinnamon Roll Stout was not.





Luck was with us and we caught a decent tailwind into Malcolm and found ourselves sitting on the porch, soaking up the sun and enjoying some refreshments before hitting the headwind home.






The winds picked up as the day went on and it got to be a bit brutal on the way back, folks were a bit spent from fighting and morale was sinking.



A command decision was made on Alvo and we made a little cross country B line for Fallbrook cutting off a few miles of the proposed route.


As a award for cheating ourselves out of those miles I decided to stop at Schillingbridge to show them that cheaters sometimes do prosper. This ended the ride, I mean some of us did ride back to the shop but most folks went there separate ways after a little chow. I think everyone was a little wore out from the breeze and ready to shower and relax. No ride next weekend as we will be heading down to Hanover Kansas for the 2nd annual Washington Jefferson Ride.