|The history books belong to the Cheetahs. Someone must tell our story.|
|We are the antelope and this is our story.|
Friday, the final day of 2010 dawned clear and beautiful as cyclists from all over North Georgia converged on downtown Athens for 75 miles of pedal rotation. The day was dedicated to Big Cappy, the grizzled cabinet maker of Cappy's Custom Cabinets fame. Cappy was kind enough to pose for a pre-ride photo.
|Custom only man, and you don't want to know why they call me "Big" Cappy|
Even Cappy's cabinets look fast:
|No Antelope undies in the top drawer please.|
Here is a cabinet that was made for Big Cappy's son, Little Cappy who is also a cheetah.
|Shhh, don't tell Lil Cappy I was in his cabinet.|
|L-R: Sean, JimK, BenSee, Marky|
|If anyone crosses the yellow line, you will be sorry as illustrated in this next picture....|
|That's my line pinhead.|
|Stay awake people!|
|Hee hee, watch the fatties suffer!!!!|
I went from about 20th in the pack to about 80th, just cresting the hill before I was off the back. A kindly Mercer Bear I met before the ride offered words of encouragement as he passed me but what I needed was a push. Where is big Tim Joyce when you need him. That dude can sling you up a hill. Of course even though I made it over the hill the skinny devil was still at the front so we commenced to hit the next 5 miles of rollers at a breakneck pace and I was gasping to hang on to the store stop. I have taken to rating my cracks in my head. Since cracks are going to happen, I've decided to work on minimizing the size and breadth of my crackage. I am working on minimal crackage versus massive crackage. Because I did hang on, I consider this incident a moderate crack and registered it as such.
|Mile 30- Registered Crack, Antelope Athens|
The store stop was healing and the group resumed a steady pace heading back to Commerce from Maysville. Little did I understand what lay in the future as we cruised to the epic portion of the day, the 7 mile sprint zone once we turned on Nowhere Rd. A guy I had been chatting with told me, that the next turn was it, and suddenly, well, everyone slowed down. I thought cool, maybe people will watch each other for a few miles. Yeh right. The Cheetah Jefe took off and everyone was in a flurry to follow. I was pretty much at the front third but despite getting in my drops and getting out of the saddle, there was no way to stay with the main group much less even see the break away. Drafting was irrelevant. At top speeds antelopes just can't hang. So I desperately tried to hang on to the stronger wheels who also were getting dropped. Let's be clear, 70 or more people took off down the road without me. This was massive crackage.
|Oh dear, the peloton seems to be leaving me behind,|
I have had a conversation with my legs and they assure me that I will be able to leave the bed and put weight on them two days hence. Time to train for next Saturday!