One year ago today, Dad and I took our first ride on our tandem bike which we affectionately refer to as The Beast. It's hilarious to look back on that first ride where we almost crashed and burned on our first start. Dad used to have a death grip on the handlebars and we weaved and wobbled all over the place. We got puckered up about having to ride between the poles that are placed periodically along the bike trail. We did everything we could to avoid having to make turns and we were afraid to grab the water bottle while moving because neither of us felt comfortable with one hand on the handlebars. Now, we're totally smooth on take off without even thinking about it. Not only do we have no trouble grabbing water bottles and eating snacks on the move, I spend lots of time riding with no hands. I could make sandwiches back there if I needed to. Everything on the bike is effortless now. Poles, turns or whatever. We can handle it all. It seems ridiculous now that we ever had any trouble. Anyway, in honor of the Beastaversary, Dad and I took a little 10 mile ride to celebrate and reminisce about the past year. We would've taken a longer ride, but Dad is riding the Hotter Than Hell Hundred on Saturday and is saving his legs. I considered doing the race with him, but it's a really big event. There will be about 12 thousand riders at the race and we decided that it wouldn't be a good idea to get the Beast in a crowd like that. A tandem is the 18 wheeler of bicycles. You need more room for braking and maneuvering. In a big pack, it would be real easy to get caught up in a pile up. I'm not quite ready to take that chance. Dad is going to scope it out when he rides this year. If he feels comfortable that he can keep us out of trouble on the Beast, we might try it next year. I hope we can do it. That's probably the biggest ride in the region and I just won't feel like a real rider until I've completed the HHH. I'll do it eventually.
I just finished reading "The Count of Monte Cristo" by Alexandre Dumas. That was a seriously bitchin' book. I'm not sure how I made it through high school and college without being required to read it. (Lousy American educational system.)I'm so glad I finally got around to it. I'm not sure how it's possible, but Dumas somehow takes a simple conversation set in a drawing room and makes it seem like a really intense action scene. If simple dialogue is exciting, you can imagine how thrilling the action scenes are. I don't know that I've ever had that much of an adrenaline rush from a book before. Very good stuff. I remember seeing commercials a few months back for a movie based on the book. I can't imagine how they could make a movie out of that book. They would've had to chop three quarters of the book to squeeze it into 2 hours. I'll try to watch it some time, but I know it's going to be a disappointment. There's just too much stuff going on in the book to chop down into a good movie adaptation.
I don't have anything else exciting to share. I've just been working, riding, reading and chillin' by the pool. I've been checking out a few preseason football games but it's just not the same as the real deal. I am so excited for things to get going. TU's first game is Friday, September 4 at Tulane. I'm so psyched. I'll be interested to see who TU settles on at quarterback. I'm also anxious to see if the defense is any better. The secondary was pretty weak last year but it's supposed to be improved. I guess we'll soon see.
Toodles for now.