There was a pretty steady rain first thing this morning, but that had stopped and the roads were beginning to dry before ride time. All the gravel cultures were starting together today.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness”.
I will write something up on the Forum about Young Mr. Angermann.
Today’s ride was a reflection of his life and times here at the WCC.
Bright eyed and excited about what possibilities lay ahead at the start. A slow realization that the path life lays out for you isn’t always smooth. And just when you think it’s all down hill and smooth roads, the heavens open up and rains fury upon you to let you know how truly insignificant you are.
But in the famous words of Sam Roberts.
“Stay true to your friends…cuz they’ll save you in the end”.
