Thanksgiving was pretty cool this year. It started off with a ride in the morning with 100 of my closest friends. This is the annual Thanksgiving Day ride, or as some call it, The Turkey Ride.
Most of these guys are racers or serious roadies. There were even a couple guys decked out in their US Postal Service kits complete with a fancy USPS car. I'd never heard of either guy, so they must be on the developmental squad or something. Anyway, we rode from the coffee shop in Fair Oaks to Rancho Murrieta and back, which was 50 miles. The roads are pretty bad out there, so you have to stay on your toes. There is always a crash, and this year was no exception.
We were riding in a double paceline, and there was a crash in the pack. Pothole. Luckily, Ron and I were representing Rio Strada and taking a huge pull on the front when it happened. We had to laugh because up until then our six Rio Strada guys had been bringing up the rear all day. We got motivated just in time. Nobody was hurt badly, but hitting the pavement is never something to give thanks for.
When I got home, Jenn's mom Gina had already arrived with some food. We ate and visited for a while, then rested up for a bit after Gina left. Later in the evening we went to my Aunt Sue's for dessert. It was great to see everyone.
Well, it was a long day and I'm going to bed.
Later.
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