Howdy folks. Well, last Saturday, April 21st, I attempted my first century with the Tour De Cure starting in Chesapeake, Virginia and ending in Manteo, North Carolina. I won’t lie, I didn’t train nearly enough for this, the constant headwind didn’t help either. According to my computer I baled out at 67 miles. For a while a preacher man and I were drafting off each other, but eventually he fell behind. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not knocking him, because he made eighty-some-odd miles before he got swept up due to some supposed lightning storm headed our way. He even wiped out in some sand in the road, and there was no shortage of sand in the road. I was pretty discouraged on the ride home, but I got over it. I’m looking for another event, I don’t know if it will be on the road or on the trail, but I know I’m going to train a lot more. Maybe I’ll take a trip. I’ve started a new commuting plan this week. I take my beat up old Trooper to work with my mountain bike in the back (I always have to have a car at work) and ride home on meandering neighborhood streets, parking lots and short trails. In the wee hours of the next morning I ride my road bike to work on actual roads. I’ve only been able to do it once this week, but I like it because it gives me a chance to ride both bikes.