Reunion in Camino

No doubt many FT3ers were out on Friday. Three of us took to the local roads. Departing from Zia's, Rideleader NoHandle wanted to see the proposed new Chez nocar. So, we pedaled what could be my new commute, up the trail to Camino Heights. The pace was conversational, and we savored the beautiful morning.

Arriving at the house, a plumber was staring dejectedly at an area of worked dirt. I told him that I was the prospective house buyer and he lit into a tirade about how the county had filled in the hole, before his company had a chance to complete their part of the project. He was mid sentence when Cap'n interrupted, "What's your name?" The plumber was a little startled, and said his name. Cap'n responded, "While I'm [insert Cap'n's non-taco handle]" and he opened his arms wide. The plumber dropped his tool and exclaimed and the two embraced. "I haven't seen this guy since my wedding in Reno." The plumber said, adding "That one didn't work out and I've had two wives since then."

Apparently we had just happened across one of Cap'n's partners in crime from his Navy days. We left the plumbers to complain about the hole they were going to have to re-dig, before we three had to bust out shovels and do the job in our cleats and kits. As we turned onto Fruitridge, Cappy regaled us with some classic Navy stories.

Time was slipping by more quickly than the miles, so we didn't drop Mosquito, but headed back to town. When new Rideleader Cap'n turn up Airport Rd., NoHandle made a small complaint. He had been experimenting with recreational jogging of late and overdosed a little the previous day. He powered that climb, but when the route was to continue up Texas Hill he kept on Cedar Ravine towards home. Cappy and I nudged each other into the pain cave as we red-lined all the way to the top. A photo finish left us sucking wind on the twisty descent. Up Ivy Knoll the KOM was contested again. We rolled down the bike path, hopping up Jaquier just to squeeze a little more riding out of the legs.