Cool running

4/23/2012 By: C. Kent, aka (Superman) It used to be hot; at least it was hot last week and last weekend. But all that faded as I looked outside this morning. I thought it might even rain but I got dressed, had breakfast and headed for Burger King just in case anyone else wanted to ride. Little did I know it would end up being just Coyote, Dura Max and me. We left Burger King and headed over to Lyon to start the ride towards Ramona.

With just three of us it was easy to keep things down to a recovery ride. We didn’t hammer it as we cruised north past Devonshire and then Seventh working our way to Esplanade and finally making the turn east on Ramona to State Street. We each took turns pulling to State and caught the light waiting to turn north again. The humidity was close to 90 percent and it almost felt like it might start to drizzle. It held off and there was just a hint of sun as we got to Soboba and turned east again.

For one of the first times all of us rode in a pace line all the way to the golf course and managed to pull up to the tree together. A quick drink or two and Dura Max was ready to continue on. We crossed the riverbed and headed east on Ramona till we past Hemet Street and finally turned onto Cedar. It wasn’t getting any warmer so I was glad I had a jacket and knee warmers.

Dura Max took us on one of the old shortcuts to Florida and we finally made our turn towards the mountains and the ranger station. Coyote pulled most of the way into the trees and I pulled around to give him a break as we left the trees and headed up the hill to Cranston Station. This time no one made a break for it and we all pulled into the parking lot together. It was a bit too cool to stay long at the table under the trees so we headed back down to Carl’s for coffee and conversation.

Hot coffee sure hit the spot today and after warming up a bit we headed for home. There really wasn’t much traffic on Lincoln today but we did have quite a few people crossing at side streets. Still we quickly made our way to Park where Dura Max left for home. Coyote and I made our way over to Devonshire and started the run to Santa Fe. It still hadn’t rained or even drizzled as we got back to State Street and I only stayed with Coyote till we got to Lyon before I headed for home myself. It ended up only being 31 miles but it got the blood flowing. Sorry so many missed it.