The Windeater

Yesterday Jeff was still in town thanks to the storms in the Midwest that kept him from leaving for home. So we hooked up and did another ride. The weather wasn't as nice as Saturday, in fact, it threatened to rain all morning, but a ride under threatening skies is better than no ride at all.

Leaving Indian Springs, we swung past Doug's house and the three of us headed down Cahaba Valley Road toward Leeds. Along the way, the discussion went like this:

Jeff: So, where are we going to ride?
Me: I don't care, as long as it's flat today, I'm feeling a bit worn out.
Doug: I'd kinda like to keep it flat too.
Jeff: So, why don't we go over Hugh Daniels Drive then past Shoal Creek and then over 25, back down 119 and then home.
Me: Why don't you go up Hugh Daniels Drive, turn around, and come back to the bottom and meet us there. Then we can just do Jeff's suggestion in reverse.
Doug: That sounds good.
Jeff: I'll just skip going up HDD and stay with you guys.

Now, a note about Hugh Daniels. Hugh Daniels was a sadist. His road climbs over Double Oak Mountain (mountains such as they are in the south) in a stair step fashion, climb for 1/4 mile at 12-14%, then level off for a bit, then climb another 1/4 mile at 14-15%, then level off for a bit, then repeat and repeat until you reach the top. This doesn't sound too bad when you see that there are little sections, maybe 2/10's of a mile long that are "level". But "level" is compared to what you have been climbing, and in this case, "level" is still a 8-10% grade.

Jeff knows that I hate (in fact, while I don't like the word "Hate", it isn't a strong enough word to describe my deep utter loathing for Hugh Daniels Drive) this climb. He always suckers me into riding it, then he goes home and yuks it up with his wife about how he got me again.

So as we approach the beginning of Hugh Daniels Drive, Jeff turns onto it, and Doug follows him. Now you might be saying, "what a fool you are, TKP, for following them when the plan was to skip it and go the other way". I'd have to agree, but you see, I knew all along that there was no way we weren't going to be riding up this beast. I knew it Sunday evening when Jeff called and said he wanted to ride. There was no way he was going to drive back to Tulsa without having ridden his favorite hill. So, like the sucker that I am, I followed them. Yes it hurt. No, I didn't enjoy climbing it any more than ever before. I dislike this climb as much as I ever did. So, yes, I'm a fool. But you do what you have to do.

We then climbed back over Double Oak Mountain on 25, then turned and found that they'd repaved my favorite road in all of Birmingham, Bailey Road. This road climbs up over a little ridge seperating Cahaba Valley and Sicard Hollow, and is windy and twisty and turny and just a lot lot lot of fun. Unfortunately, I haven't ridden it in at least 2 years because the surface was just so beat up and nasty. So that was fun, riding one of my favorite roads all nice and smooth with fresh pavement.

Turning back the way we came to head home the wind picked up significantly as the forecasted storm front began moving into our area. As a side note, the Matabele tribe (Africa) used the phrase "Eat the Wind" as a war cry, and their warriors were appropriately known as "Windeaters". Luckily for us (Doug and I), Jeff is a wind-eater, having lived and ridden in the land of never ending wind (Tulsa) for the past two years. This meant that all Doug and I had to do was settle in behind Jeff, and let him knock a hole in the wind for us to move through. A theory that works exceptionally well when the pulling rider (Jeff in this case) can move through a headwind at 20+ mph. Hey, I can't do it, so I might as well let him pull. :)

All in all, it was a good ride, my legs were sore, but I remembered to eat before leaving home and I drank and fed myself consistently along the ride, so I never had any impending energy problems. I was slower climbing the hills than I wanted to be, but it's early in the season, and if I start putting in the effort, the vertical velocity will return.

As I loaded my bike on the car to drive home, the first raindrop fell and it rained the remainder of the day. I'm glad I got a ride in.