This blog is about the Southern Bicycle League Holiday in the Hampton ride on Saturday, December 1st. It should be titled "I did something stupid today" or "Hey Idiot! You're not 25 anymore". Both of these titles would describe my mood better than the illusion of spending a pleasant day in the ritzy Hamptons as provoked by the chosen ride name.
My day started the evening before with me working all night until 6am. After work I drove home and got about 1 hour of sleep. I'm sure that this was addressed somewhere in the fatigue course I took at work earlier in the year. If it was I'm sure it said, "don't do it". I threw my bike and gear in the car and darted down to Hampton. The ride started at 9am only 11 miles from my home in Jonesboro and 1/2 mile from my work. I was supposed to meet several friends there. When I arrived the ride was starting so I rode on with the group missing most of my friends. I figured they'd pass me somewhere on the course. Many of them did. Unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures before the start. I had spent too much time getting bundled up in tights, shorts, a long-sleeve shirt, jersey, toe cover, helmet cover, glove liners and gloves. The temperature at the start was in the mid-40's. A high in the upper 60's was expected later in the day.
As we rode out of Hampton toward the Atlanta Motor Speedway I passed Santa Claus on a touring bike with panniers of presents. I learned later that after the ride Santa eats and drinks for free. All three courses started together heading west passed the speedway and in Henry County through, Spalding County, Fayette County, and Fayette County through the towns of Brooks, Hollonville, Concord, back through Brooks, and Woolsey.
The course was well marked although, similarly to the Jackson Brevet course, the road was well marked with the remnants of past rides as well. Fortunately, the Holiday in the Hampton ride had the only makings with a Christmas tree.
|Brooks Rest Stop|
|Chris and Daniel|
|Concord Rest Stop|
You might ask why I rode if I was so miserable. That's a good question. To that I'd have to that the ride was the best part of my day. It's kind of like those bumper stickers you see that say "I'd rather be fishing" or "I'd rather be sailing" or golfing or whatever. For me, I'd rather be on my bike than sleep.
|Holiday in the Hampton|