For some crazy reason, I signed up to do the Chilly Hilly ride again. (Apparently, I hadn’t remembered last year’s ride well enough.) T and Susan were doing the ride with me and M & J were accompanying us on the ferry again. Unfortunately, T woke up not feeling well, so it ended up just being a four-some. Susan was riding M’s bike “Shifty” because she couldn’t bring her bike up on the train. (All the bike spots were full, wtf?)
We decided to take the second ferry this year in the hopes that it would be a little less crowded than last year. Yeah, right!
We waited for a little while after the ferry unloaded to let the crowds disperse a little bit. (Unfortunately, we still needed to wait a bit longer because the first big hill was a huge cluster.) I felt a lot better on the ride this year than I did last year. That didn’t stop Susan from thoroughly kicking my butt, but you’ve got to hang on to the little things, right?
The weather was gorgeous. We stopped at the mid-way point rest stop in a pretty park with a clear blue sky. Susan did a little dance to the music that was playing. (It’s easy to see where T gets his dancing ability. Zing!)
The rest of the ride was filled with stupid people and stupider hills. There are a couple of butt-kickers during the last few miles that just plain suck. But I survived them and we made it into town and rewarded ourselves with Blackbird Bakery. Mmmm, deliciousness. I’d promised Susan a trip to M’s favorite fabric store, so after we “refueled” we headed over there. I must admit, it’s a really good fabric store, especially for being on a small island.
Susan found some really cool fabric and M found some more cool fabric. 😉
(J was a good sport and waited outside, safe from the “oooh, that’s adorable”s and “oh, look at this one”s.) After all that, it was time to hit the ferry line for home. We just missed a ferry, which put us toward the front of the line at least, which was good because it was a crazy long line and I’m not sure all of cyclists made it on the ferry. While we waited in the sunshine, we were entertained by the smartest Girl Scouts on earth working the line and a “ferry-police” dog sniffing the cars. (Drugs or bombs, I’m not sure what they’re looking for. It’s hard to imagine Bainbridge Island having either one… )
All in all, it was a fun day, even if a little tiring. T was recovered enough to make us some pizza, while Susan and I crashed on the couch. A little Gran Turino from Netflix and our Sunday evening was complete.