Saturday, June 13, 2015

New Underwood Gran Fondo

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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