Today's 106-mile ride was the 3rd annual Gran Fondo put on by Fulton Brewery in conjunction with a block party (food trucks, live music) at the finish.
I'm going to lovingly refer to it as the Gran Windo in honor of the deceptively significant NW wind. (While we are talking about love, let me express some love for the drivers in Excelsior and Minnetonka who suggested, by yelling out their car windows, that we not ride on the road, among other things. Really helpful, guys.)
Highlights of the day:
- Better organized start and finish at Fulton, and at the adequately-Biffied minimalist rest stops.
- Taking the suggested detour to Paisley Park to pay respects to Prince. Tons of people there, still.
- Learning that I can refrain from totally freaking out when bunny guts shoot onto my legs when riding over roadkill.
- Sunshine and warmth.
- Spicy as hell tacos, fun-sized nut rolls, and almond butter in little pouches.
- Fun guys who sit down at a block party and offer you homemade pickled hops out of a quart-sized Bell jar.
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