|A muddied and weary Jeremy Fry resupplies in Pella during T.I.v6|
I recall the most memorable thing was watching the Petervary's tandem riding skills as they came in, stopped and then left back out on the course. They stood, seated themselves, pedaled and coasted without exchanging any words. It was as if I was watching a well choreographed team from some bicycle based ballet do a performance for me. I think it was the most beautiful piece of riding I've ever witnessed, to be honest.
Well, we were calculating and trying to guess when the time would come when we could leave our post knowing we wouldn't see anymore riders come though with a chance to make the cut off in What Cheer Iowa. I remember seeing Eric Brunt come in right before we took off and saying to David that I didn't think he had any chance of making the cut off in What Cheer. We peeled out and headed up the road, thinking we'd seen the last of Eric for the day.
|Me making a Trans Iowa Radio post in What Cheer: Image by K. Wilson|
We made a brief stop at the checkpoint, after running into some light rain, and we bugged out again to re-route out some B Roads we knew were only going to put folks outside the time limits. I remember our frantic staking of flags and running into rain showers. The wind was picking up as well. It was late afternoon on Saturday, and although we were keeping a positive attitude, I think we both knew it was only a matter of time before we would be up against the weather again and having to make that tough decision to end the event.
Meanwhile, back at Checkpoint #2, we were getting news of a most unusual sort. Apparently there was a meeting between the leaders to decide whether or not to drop out "en masse" from Trans Iowa.
|Dennis Grelk, Joe Meiser, Sean Mailen, John Gorilla L-R Image by K Wilson|
Meanwhile, while this was going on, six more riders blew through the checkpoint and continued on up the road. These riders were Corey Godfrey, Matt Braun, Eric Brunt (!!), Charles Parsons, and the tandem team of the Petervarys. About this time the skies unleashed their fury and it was raining again heavily.
I remember it well. David was driving on a gravel road just East and South of Brooklyn Iowa. We'd just crossed I-80, and a torrential barrage of rain came down, stopping us in our tracks. It rained so hard, we couldn't speak to each other due to the rain on the roof without yelling. The rain came down so hard it bounced off the road about two feet upwards! I looked at David and asked him if he wanted to be out here driving anymore. He said no. I said then we should call this thing off. We made some quick decisions, and decided to backtrack the route to head off Meiser and Gorilla, if we could. Then we'd worry about the other riders.
Next: End game at a malt shop.