The "muted" one speaks....

OK the "muted" one is ready to be heard. First, that is one ugly knee! I want to grab Sigourney Weaver and kick the Alien butt that is about to erupt from your leg. You could have just said you didn't want to ride with us you know. In all seriousness, sorry for the injury and glad you are on the (too long) road to recovery. I look forward to helping get that leg back in shape.

Now on to the ride of the week... Carl "aka Lance Carpinski" and I decided to head out of Lewisville Square Thursday evening around 6:30. The skies were ominous but Carl "aka weatherman Carpinski" says the skies where we are going to ride are clear... let's go. We hit the road and he mutters something like, "you haven't ridden a bike unless you've ridden in a thunderstorm just another right of passage" and I begin to wonder about his forecasting skills. Well we are pedaling along at a good 20 mph average and we turn South East (actually I have no idea which way we turned and had NO idea where we were) and I look to my right and the skies are a deep black color and then I see not 1 but 5 bolts of lightning in the distance. I turn to the weather man and ask if we should seek some shelter! He just gives me a look and says, "we can beat this storm back to Lewisville... MOVE IT!". Well I take the lead and start cranking... the skies are getting darker, the winds are picking up, cows are running for the barns, the winds are getting silly strong and lighting is starting to flash all too close. I hear from behind me... "MOVE OVER I think you need a break." and this blur that is "Lance Carpinski" moves by me, grabs the lower handle bars and GONE in a flash. I swear I heard a "sonic boom" when he started to pull away! I shift down but to no avail... CarpiskiStrong is determined to outrun the storm and pulls away, never looking back. I am left in the swirling winds dodging cows and lightning. Well after about 10 minutes, I finally catch up to he who shall not be bothered by mother nature and we manage to actually skirt the storm. Upon returning to Lewisville Square I ask the Big Man, what was all that about? "I didn't want to get wet". Nothing light a little thunder and lighting for motivation. I think we may need to head to tornado alley next summer and do some storm chasing on bikes? Who's in?

David, take care of that knee, Philip, good luck riding around Georgia (watch out for banjo players... "squeal!") and Carl thanks for a great ride Thursday.