It was windy here a few days ago.
Kent said something about being on I-90 for one exit. At each exit ramp, however, Kent would check the traffic and cross over to stay on the highway.
The three of us in the back were cracking ourselves up as we just kept heading up to the pass.
"I wonder if he's going over the pass?"
"Which pass? There's more than one pass if you keep going."
"I think he will bang a right in Polebridge."
"Nah, I think he needs to start in Banfff this year."
"I think it's a test to see who complains first."
Perhaps 4-5 miles from the top, Kent pulls over and lets us know we missed the turn. Everyone was really upset. It took a while to recover. Well, not really.
Before we knew it, we were bundled up and buzzing down the Iron Horse trail.
Which took us to coffee in North Bend.
And back to the brew pub in Issaquah.
There were two Stumpjumpers of different vintage on the ride. They both roll about the same.
Now let's play "That's Rando!"
There was some serious competition today. From just a few players, there were many worthy entries. I'll highlight just a few.
This pink beverage like substance had a list of ingredients that went on like a grand randonee. If your body needs it, it's in there. It matches Rapha colorways and Pedro's pink tire levers. Lizzie voted for this one. Bravo.
There's not much that good Chicago blues can't cure. I imagine Hound Dog Taylor could write a few mean blues on any number of rando issues. Most days, this would be a clear winner. But this was not most days.
Kent's cheese wedge won hands down. It's an "Hors Categorie" entry. Many state transportation departments have even placed signs on the road honoring Kent's cheese wedge. They typically put them on the hardest climbs to salute the effort. Well played, Kent.
I dunno, the white tube sox deserve at least a dishornorable mention, or perhaps the swiss army knife/box end wrench combo hanging from the belt loop. Sheesh, so many choices.
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