If you live in Chico, you can't miss the spectacle of 4000 + cyclist converging on this otherwise quiet town. Yesterday marked the 25th anniversary of the Chico Wildflower and it was as great if not better than all those preceding it.
My day started by heading over to sign in around 6:15 AM and I was surprised at the number of riders leaving the fair grounds so early. My ride couldn't start until I had fully loaded up on espresso back at home, but I was out on the road just before 8 AM.
All my out of town friends bagged the ride again this year, again, missing an epic time. So, I rode out by myself, though I was never alone. The first excitement occurred not more than a mile from the start when I was witness to a crash. A lady riding in front of me was looking down at her rear tire as it was going flat and her pedal clipped a parted truck, sending her down. She only had a couple of abrasions and was back on the road after a tire change.
Then a few hundred yards up the road, we missed the turn! Hello, I live here and know the course maybe too well, but still just followed the group right off course. Then while I tried to explain to people the correct route, my credibility was questioned as I was following them in the first place.
Nothing that exciting happened for sometime afterward. At the first rest stop, on my way back out on the course, I ran into Greg, a guy who rides for
Chico Corsa. He mentioned that about 20 guys from the team were up the road and wanted to know if I wanted to go with him and catch up. After hauling ass for about an hour we caught up with them nearly in Oroville.
Meeting up with them really worked out great. There were bunches of people to chat with and the draft created by 20 or so riders made it easier on all of us.
After lunch, we headed out into what ended up being the most difficult part of the ride, the windy flat section. Yup, wind. What seemed like 20 to 30 MPH head winds coming back into Chico. Oh, did I mention it was nearly 90 degrees too. Ouch. Well, needless to say Chico Corsa has some strong guys and they were drilling it into the headwind at 20+ MPH. I was hangin' tough but finally was a victim of the pace. I sure I could have held on a little longer but couldn't see the need. One other guy, Dave, and myself quietly snuck off the back and headed for home.
So, I got in about 75 or 80 miles, burned two days worth of calories, ate two dinners and hit the sack.
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Another great Chico Wildflower is in the books!