Weekend Home

Cafe stop at Espresso Hill

I took a bus home to Savannah for the weekend after feeling a little homesick. It was a really nice way to de-stress from school, spend some time with the family, and catch up with some good friends. Despite getting in to Savannah at three a.m. Saturday, I was able to get up three hours later at six a.m. to set up my fixed gear, eat some breakfast, and roll out to meet the Perry Rubber group. It was really nice to see a bunch of familiar faces and ride out with the big Saturday group. I had a hundred mile ride on the training plan for Saturday, so I wasn't going to ride the whole way with the group. Thankfully though, I was able to talk two of the SCAD Savannah kids into going with me

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Thankfully only one flat on this ride.

Granger, Lotti, and I rode out with the Perry Rubber group ride and then kept going on Ogeechee Road to do a cafe stop in Richmond Hill and begin our ride in earnest. We suffered one flat on the way over to Richmond Hill, but spirits stayed high as the temperature was perfect and the coffee shop, Espresso Hill, had some excellent scones waiting for us by the time we got there. Two hours and twenty five miles in we started our ride in earnest and set off to finish the rest of the seventy-five miles at a solid pace. I had raced with Lotti once before and Granger was an old training partner, so we quickly fell into a good rhythm and kept the pace high as we explored the quite Richmond Hill roads.     

Fixie whip for the ride. 

Our spirits were lifted after an impromptu store stop for peace tea. A little more than eighty miles in.

I was a little nervous about doing the ride on my fixed gear because I hadn't ridden it in a while, but I spent a lot of time that morning dialing in the fit and it payed off. Thankfully, running the stock 48-16 gear ratio was perfect for the long training ride we were doing. Unfortunately, non of us fueled properly. That led to some suffering towards the end and an unplanned store stop, but that's what we were all there for anyways: good roads, great friends, and a little suffering.