Freitag, 9. Mai 2014

Guitar Ted´s Berichte

Bericht des Veranstalters findet man in seinem blog.

Der Bericht ist mehrteilig und in umgekehrter Reighenfolge zu lesen.

Hier ein Teil, der besonders für mich interessant war:

Now it was a bit chaotic at the re-routing spot as everyone but myself understood that I was driving Gerald, the German rider Ari and the guys found out on the highway, and Ari back to Grinnell. Once I got that straightened out in my head, we stuffed Gerald in between Ari and myself in my standard cab truck and we got out of there just as a few more riders were coming up. It was really starting to rain hard by this time.

The scene was of high winds, heavy rain, and this crazy, colored lightning in red and orange. We surmised it was due to all the low level dust in the air being driven along by the East wind. It was hellish but spectacular and beautiful. I was glad to be doing something now after sitting at that spot in the road for probably two plus hours. So I had hopped into the truck now with a befuddled and very tired German and an amped up Ari. Gerald was telling us how he just needed to sleep, if even for an hour, during these longer events. Ari looked down at him and said, "Sleeping is for babies!". I jumped right in on that. I started in with "Yeah! This is America! We don't sleep here! 24-7!!!", as I pumped my fist in the air.

I am sure that Gerald was a bit concerned with his predicament just then. Stuck between two enormous, amped up, crazy Americans in a pickup truck in a storm of epic proportions in a foreign country in the middle of the night in rural Iowa. Yeah.......I bet that was exactly what he was looking for when he signed up for Trans Iowa! 

Well, Ari and I did settle down and Gerald spoke of his cycling experiences in Germany and about perhaps doing a similar backroad event in his homeland. Ari and I encouraged him in this. Then Gerald fell silent for a bit as Ari and I continued our chatter. Ari suddenly pointed to Gerald. His chin was bouncing off his chest in slumber. I remembered that he had spent an entire day on a bicycle in crazy winds on steep hills. It was the middle of the night now, and the rain had stopped, the lightning had moved Northward and Eastward, and the road was.......completely dry! 

That's just a testament to how hard the wind was really blowing. Plus, as Ari said, the storm seemed to be all bark and no bite. It really didn't rain all that much. That's not to take away from the wind and lightning part of it, which more than made up for the lack of rain!

By the time we reached Grinnell, Gerald was back awake and talking with Ari about places in Germany they both were familiar with. We pulled up to the motel and Ari opened the door and immediately I hear a crash of breaking glass. It was a bottle of home brewed IPA Mark Johnson had given me. Ari jumped out, let Gerald retrieve his things and he disappeared into the motel. Meanwhile, Ari is picking up bits of broken beer bottle glass ten feet in front of the Comfort Inn & Suites front door at 2:00am Sunday morning. It was kind of funny at the moment.

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