King of the Burger

On Memorial Day, I woke up at 5:15a and rode up to the normal Team McAllen weekend ride start point: BURGER KING. I tried to get a shot of me, my new Fat Cyclist jersey, and the Burger King sign, but it didn't come out too great.

I met up with 4 other riders, and we lit out for Progreso. About 5 miles in, I smelled rain. At the next red light, I quickly squirrelled my camera into my sandwich bag / personal belongings pouch, so I didn't get any other photos. Somewhere around Donna, it started raining. It rained just enough to get me and the bike coated with a sheen of oil and mud, very similar to what happened to me on the same ride last September. If you've never experienced this, it's simultaneously exhilarating, disgusting, and dangerous. You've especially got to watch out for liquefied road kill. You don't want any of that badness splashed on your face.

On the way back, the sun came out, pure Valley style. We hit the BK, but I continued home for an additional 10 miles. Ended the day with around 75 miles (Polar CS200 ran out of batteries...), and feeling great. Special thanks to Major Dave and Santiago for pulling almost the entire Progreso section, and additional thanks to Santiago for riding halfway home with me and giving me good advice on directions.

Now it's time to soak the chain and detail the bike.