“If I ever saw myself saying I’m excited going to Cleveland, I’d punch myself in the face because I’m lying.” —Ichiro Suzuki
Raindrops may well be pebbles falling on an RV. Last night’s storm, they were boulders. Sleep was at a premium.
Bleary-eyed and legs sore from the spirited century the ride before, I tended to the day’s readiness. Doug had agreed to join for part of the morning, and I wanted it to last as long as possible.
He escorted me along the rolling country roads, past Milan, Ohio, Thomas Edison’s birthplace, and Birmingham, where Sharon was waiting for us to arrive with the Schwenk Tank crew.
I’m not one for goodbyes, especially when there is plenty of roads left to ride and my legs were already confused by the delay. Regardless, no amount of formality would express the gratitude we felt for our warm and gracious hosts.
Sharon wouldn’t have wanted to hug me in that condition. I rolled and tried not to be rude.
Unfortunately, the roads didn’t care about kindness the further I got from farewell, and this was as close as I wanted to get to Cleveland. It felt like a Groundhog Day game of Frogger, and I was the frog. A high score would be getting through it with nothing more than a nasty headache—the fun leveled up by throwing in some obnoxious climbs. I needed a cheat code.
I learned everything that needs to be said about Cleveland as a frequent participant in the DIRT Sunday Morning XLR ride, also known as the Best Ride on Zwift. There was no sense in finding out firsthand.
Since there are no RV parks in the area, only mobile home villages and all the highway underpasses were spoken for, we spent the night in another hotel. All’s good again! Except that I didn’t stray from the secure confines of the campus to get beer.
About the DIRT Dad Fundo Pledge for Day Forty-Seven—Wayne Chasney
Here is what Wayne had to say—”Often join you on the DIRT Scenic Ride on Fridays. I would love to ride with you on Day 47 with Doug Mastroianni, which goes within a few miles of my home.”
Sorry, it didn’t work out, Wayne!
Amount Raised to Date—$9,179
Thank you, Wayne!
Now off to North Kingsville, OH!
Semi-retired as owner and director of his private Orthopedic Physical Therapy practice after over 20 years, Chris is blessed with the freedom to pursue his passion for virtual cycling and writing. On a continual quest to give back to his bike for all the rewarding experiences and relationships it has provided him, he created a non-profit. Chris is committed to helping others with his bike through its work and the pages of his site.
In the summer of 2022, he rode 3,900 miles from San Francisco to New York to support the charity he founded, TheDIRTDadFund. His “Gain Cave” resides on the North Fork of Long Island, where he lives with his beautiful wife and is proud of his two independent children.
You will read him promoting his passion on the pages of Cycling Weekly, Cycling News, road.cc, Zwift Insider, Endurance.biz, and Bicycling. Chris is co-host of The Virtual Velo Podcast, too!