July's Permanente, created by Michael Wolf, was called the UGB, or Urban Growth Boundary, 200K.
My phone fell out of bed and sounded from far below at 6:15am. I crawled down and laid on the floor listening to S.O.S. by Abba. "Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find."
Coffee before heading to the cafe for coffee. Warm summer air allowing shorts and short sleeves, no arm warmers and a slather of sunscreen.
Met rider Brandon on the Springwater, where so many rides begin. He was headed to Lolo Pass. Brake Bike Mike's also Lolo Passing today, we say. That's who I'm meeting, says Brandon. Small cycling planet.
Bell Station for strawberry milk and a signature. Then more Springwater. Mike catches up and almost immediately gets a flat tire. This poor guy is just jinxed.
Downtown, Blues Festival, uncharted control point. Seven Eleven. Post-crit beers with the ladies. Post-crit-beer-beers with the frisky and shift gang. 146 mile day, my longest but not my best.