When I arrived at the Scholars Inn Bakehouse at the new start time of 10am on Sunday I was pleasantly surprised to see so many cyclists waiting to ride. I had cycled into town from home to meet the group, as I do most weekends, often writing about the morning’s efforts here on these pages. I also passed several riders heading out of town on Cascades. The Cutters were assembled at the Bakehouse as well, preparing for a 100K around Lake Monroe.
Author: Tom Saccone
Rolling in the Not Too Deep
Another Sunday out and back team training session. It’s a ritual I have grown accustomed to. A small group assembled for the challenges of our fast 50 miler today. I met them in my neighborhood but there was already a split due to a flat, Because Cascades was closed for construction the group came down Dunn. We intercepted the second group by the dog park there and turned for the course. After a brief stop at my house to gas up a soft tire, we made for Old 37.
A Sense of Where You Are
Professional basketball player turned statesman, Bill Bradley wrote a book long ago. I read it as a kid. It was called “A Sense of Where you are.” I haven’t thought about it in a long time. But I did last night. We were fanatic about basketball in my neighborhood in Connecticut. Eerily similar to Bloomington.