Slideshow: Yeah, I know. Sean's in some of these pics. He insisted."
Jim's pics from Saturday
"He thanked me for riding!" Doug was a little surprised. After all, he loves riding his bike too. Why should I thank him for doing what he likes?
And what Doug likes is a long, steady grinding climb. The longer and steeper the better. I've been on some of those gravel road routes he and Scott come up with. So Doug got to grind one out on the Old Winchester Grade today.
Mike Riddle likes those rollers on Reuben-Gifford road. Sean says the trick to riding the rollers is to tuck in behind Mike on the descents. Nobody catches him downhill.
Linda and Carol like country rides with great scenery and lots of time for chatting.
Scott and Jen just like each other--newly weds.
Lee likes testing his fitness. Do you know he's doing the Couer d'Alene Ironman next year?
Tom was looking for his first century of the year. We'd have to ride back to Lapwai to get it though. He was up for it despite what promised to be pretty tough head winds on 12 back to town. They really were'nt all that bad.

Mike Warnock likes shorter faster rides but he does show up for some of these longer ones. Never complains though he might be struggling a little to get those bandy legs under him here.
Well, I like it too and this Winchester route is my favorite local ride. Chris and I did it once together and I've done it once already by myself this year. It is not an easy century (95 miles) from the Southway Boat Launch
I had many rides today. The first was from home to the boat launch where I met Tom Witt from Troy who was joining me to make this Day Ride a century. We start at 7 because I wanted to arrive in Lapwai in time to organize the start.
We could have started at 7:30. I had plenty of time to wait in Lapwai and wonder if anyone else was coming. I didn't expect Chris who is retiring the Broken Spoke Award this year. I did expect Dave. I missed you both. Jim McCracken had to do the century on Saturday because of church committments on Sunday.
Soon Doug showed up, Mike Warnock, Mike Riddle, Sean and Carol, Scott and Jen, Bill Arnold (who has started a Facebook group for TRC), Lee Bauer, triathlete; Tom Witt, and Linda.
Now we had a ride.
Garden Gulch was graveled. There'd be no repeat of last years melted-tar on Garden Gulch. We hoped the heat wouldn't get to tar melting temps either. The route would have to be changed. We turned up Garden Gulch but took the frontage road through Sweetwater and then 95 to CuldeSac where I learned my first lesson about organizing SAG.
Tony, my son, had agreed to drive SAG for us. I thought the worst problem he'd have would be boredom. Instead, he missed CuldeSac. Easy to do really if you are expecting to find a community on the roadside. Nor did he know about the old grade. Fortunately we didn't really need much SAG early in the morning, even climbing.
This was one of those days Sean likes to complain about. Lots of sunshine, not too, hot, lovely cooling breeze, fields still green along the slopes of the grade. Just another boring beautiful day. I had to apologize to Scott for lack of suffering. "No, problem," he said. He'd brought his own "sufferage" having ridden 670 miles on a motorcycle on Saturday.
Funny how the grade separates the group. I settled in with Mike Riddle while Doug and the others headed off to the races. Sean, Jen, and Tom apparently kept an even and sane pace. Had Chris been around Tom would have had to push him again this year. I missed Chris.
Mike and I, cruising along, caught Bill and Lee. The four of us rode for a bit until Lee seemed to pull away. Soon I found myself alone with Bill and Mike riding together. I picked it up and began to pace Lee. As we talked, he kept speeding up.
"You know you are picking up the pace," I told him.
Made no difference so I matched his pace. He kept pulling clear to the top. And when I wanted to ride back down a bit to meet Linda and Carol, it was Lee jumping at the opportunity to do a bit more climbing.
Carol wanted to do as much of this ride as possible. She and Sean are getting ready for a ride with Trek in Waterton/Glacier. Sean's been a bit under the weather and claims to have been off the bike for five weeks. He didn't seem to ride like it. Oh, yeah, I could stay with him on most of those rollers, but only by pushing myself beyond what I would have liked.
I had called Lake City Inn to let them know we'd be coming through but by the time Carol, Linda, and I arrived only Lee was at the cafe. A little checking revealed the group had gone to the convenience store where the fare wasn't as good, but the welcome was broad. We got our own little table in the parking lot.
Tony had found us by now and I felt like I could join the rest the faster crowd for time, but they were already heading out when I got my Burrito. I choked it down, pocketed my Fritos and headed out thinking I'd catch Scott and Jen before they reached 95. Turns out the west wind gave us all a boost. Though I was doing 23, I didn't catch them until the Reubens turnoff.
For a time we had a pace line with Scott, Jen, Doug, Sean and me. But Sean got it in his head we'd be able catch the Mikes and Tom. He claimed he could see 'em out ahead and it was like dangling a carrot in from of a dumbass. I tried to get him to back off, but that carrot was just too delicious. And, of course, I couldn't resist hanging in there.
Scott and Doug disdain those rollers. I truthfully they've been more fun. We did have a head wind.
We hadn't been back in Lapwai long when Tony pulled up with both Linda and Carol in SAG. They'd decided they didn't need to ride highway 12. That put us all back in Lapwai before 3 and roughly at the same time.
Tom and I grabbed ice cream sandwiches and looked forward to that windy ride back to the boat launch.
The only part that worried me was Spalding Bridge. Already narrow, a few years back the road department reduced the shoulders by putting some entirely useless metal railigns inside the stone work. there's no place for a cyclist to go if two big trucks are meeting as they pass you.
We didn't have much traffic on 95 to the bridge but no sooner than we got on the bridge than the gods sent us two big rigs in a row followed by a stirng of cars. Fortunately the oncoming traffic didn't include any big trucks.
Somewhere, probably on that bridge, I picked up a staple in my rear tire and was flat by the time I got over on 12. Lee stopped in his pickup to make sure I got back on the road.
I definitely got my heart rate up over the rollers today. But, that's what I like. We had a great ride today. I had several great rides, the ride out, the ride to Winchester, the rollers, the ride back to town. So thanks to all my friends for coming out to help me enjoy my favorite ride. Special thanks to Tony for making it possible by driving SAG.
For the road of it.
Corrie