Instead of racing this weekend Amanda and i were going to concentrate our efforts on riding. We decided to make a trip out of it because i have not taken her to the Runcible Spoon over in Bloomington, that we'd ride over, have lunch and then ride back for an extended ride.
First off, while the outcome of our really long ride was that it started raining not even half way through, I feel even worse for my friend Casey and his friend Marcio who rode their motorcycles down from Chicago because the weather was supposed to be nice. They probably had an even worse time that Amanda and I did in the rain. We got to the Runcible Spoon only slightly wet and had a great meal. The best part is smelling the coffee being roasted 50 yards off (they roast all their own coffee - Starbuck Blows!!!). The meal was great. While eating, a man approached clenched teeth, fists raised, yelling some menacing sounding Gaelic. Something about 'Tell me to kiss your ass!! You'll get yours!' After calming this new found friend of the sport down we explained that our fearless, albeit callous, leader put this saying on our shorts and meant no harm by it. Turns out Matt O'Neill knew of some O'Donnell's back about a hundred years ago and it also turns out that Tim has a debt to pay with the O'Neill family of a whole heard of sheep stolen back in the day by some O'Donnell's. Anyway, we explained Tim was good for that debt and that we'd be on our way in a hurry.
Our ride home wasn't any warmer and it continued to rain and rain (the weatherman's version of 70 and sunny - we hate those guys). It's a good thing we had something to eat and the number for trusty team mate - John Clasen - to get us a ride home from Nashville. Thanks John, and Thanks Matt.
For the freshest roasted coffee and breakfast around stop by Runcible spoon on Sixth St. in Bloomington. www.runciblespoonrestaurant.com
First off, while the outcome of our really long ride was that it started raining not even half way through, I feel even worse for my friend Casey and his friend Marcio who rode their motorcycles down from Chicago because the weather was supposed to be nice. They probably had an even worse time that Amanda and I did in the rain. We got to the Runcible Spoon only slightly wet and had a great meal. The best part is smelling the coffee being roasted 50 yards off (they roast all their own coffee - Starbuck Blows!!!). The meal was great. While eating, a man approached clenched teeth, fists raised, yelling some menacing sounding Gaelic. Something about 'Tell me to kiss your ass!! You'll get yours!' After calming this new found friend of the sport down we explained that our fearless, albeit callous, leader put this saying on our shorts and meant no harm by it. Turns out Matt O'Neill knew of some O'Donnell's back about a hundred years ago and it also turns out that Tim has a debt to pay with the O'Neill family of a whole heard of sheep stolen back in the day by some O'Donnell's. Anyway, we explained Tim was good for that debt and that we'd be on our way in a hurry.
Our ride home wasn't any warmer and it continued to rain and rain (the weatherman's version of 70 and sunny - we hate those guys). It's a good thing we had something to eat and the number for trusty team mate - John Clasen - to get us a ride home from Nashville. Thanks John, and Thanks Matt.
For the freshest roasted coffee and breakfast around stop by Runcible spoon on Sixth St. in Bloomington. www.runciblespoonrestaurant.com
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