I did the closest thing to a road race I've done in a long time today. I signed a waiver. I wrote my team name on the registration. I got a number. I rode in a pack. The New Underwood Gran Fondo was kind of a race but not really. I live in the Black Hills- the beautiful Black Hills with forests and canyons and all that. So, driving out onto the prairie to do this ride was a little strange. It started and ended in this little prairie town.
The scene was just like riding around my old home in Kansas- endless rolling green grasslands and a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. It was a ride I'll do again whenever I want to reminisce about the Flint Hills of Kansas.
It was 52 miles in length and I rode hard the first half and even followed a dude on a flyer. Then I sat up and enjoyed the scenery for the second half.
I saw prairie chickens and a rattlesnake.
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