Colorado River Bikefest

Ballinger, Texas

April 27, 2013

San Angelo had a respectable turn-out for the annual race/tour. Left to right: Chad Freeze, Brian Backlund, Rick Ogan, Marlon Miller, Eddie Trevino (393) and Troy Hosmer.

Cindy Middleton and Christine Jones.

Darci Stotts, a recent addition to the groups.

Rick and Marlon

Troy

    Eddie

Brian and Chad

Loyd Evans

    Jerry and Cindy Middleton

The ride began on 83 South. Of course, south meant we were mostly going downhill. (Editor's Note: This is Roy's Texan belief for which I have consistently mocked him since out first meeting. In actuality, I grudgingly admit, since a good deal of Texas is at sea level Texas does indeed slant downhill when going south.)

There were no "tough" hills, just what we call rollers.

As we passed this winter wheat field, Christine told me to take a picture. I asked "Why?". She stated "Because it is GREEN". We, unlike some parts of the country, are still needing rain.

There were long stretches of flat terrain--who's complaining?

Cindy and Loyd led the way.

Loyd had set a good pace for us. We rolled into rest stop 1 with over a 17 mph average. Can't speak for the world, but for me (six months post-op) that is good.

Then we turned into a cross wind. Didn't want to mention that my 17 mph was with the wind.

We were not participating in the race which is a good thing. I saw the first of many distractions--our ubiquitous yellow wild flowers.

Loyd and Christine crossing Little Concho River. Little River?

Yep, the sign was right. Around San Angelo we have the North, South, and Middle Concho. I had forgotten about the Little Concho "River". In Texas, the distinction between river and creek is that a river has water in it year round. Well, maybe almost year round.

Pretty distractions. Again, glad I wasn't pretending to race.

Close up of evening primrose.

Loyd and Christine continue on their journey ignoring my presence. At least I wasn't holding them back too much, although they would slow down to allow me to catch up every so often.

Fragrant gaillardia

Small-flowered verbena or Dakota vervain

Does this look like the previous picture of Loyd and Christine? It's not. And one of the reasons we like the Ballinger ride: no tough hills to wear one down. Just you and the wind.

A good patch of some kind of yellow flowers.

Has to be a native Texas flower, prickly leaves. (Prickly poppy)

And this is a "Texas dandelion". One may not be able to tell, but the radius is about 3". If anyone knows what this giant "dandelion" is called please feel free to tell us.

Not too much of a decision. Home was to the left, the car to the right.

Pretty but not designed to give to your wife or girlfriend. Editor's Note: We had Russian thistles in Illinois, too.)

 

Indian Blanket

 

Spindly long stem thingies.

Soon we turned onto 67 North. It was four lane. The shoulder was as rough as a washboard, so we took a chance and rode in the right lane. Most vehicles respected our presence.

Little house on the prairie in a field of winter wheat.

Pretty mixture of flowers.

My favorite: Nature's Mother's Day bouquet.Coreopsis, Indian Blanket, and verbena.

Soon we were in town and on the last leg of the journey.

Our Colorado River. It was rather clear this day. Normally it is muddy red; hence, colorado (red).

Finish line.

Loyd, Rick, and Brian were there to greet me. (All, including Christine, had finished and were rested by the time I got there)..

Including Cindy and Jerry. Wait until next year. I hope to beat a snail in--and still take pictures.

Speaking of pictures. Joy had an app on her phone that could track Marlon on his ride. Not sure how it works, but it is a neat toy. 

The 100K was a real race. The man on the left was the first in. Troy, middle, took second place.

Marlon finishing fourth. Not bad as a few miles back both legs cramped. Troy and the others thought he had to stop because of a flat. I think a flat would be easier to handle than both legs cramping. Been there, done that.

The winner's circle. A gentleman from Abilene (in red behind the green jersey) came in third.

Christine in her own little winner's circle. Maybe next year she can draft off of me rather than pulling me around the loop.