The Day (Daze) of the Squirrel
March 22, 2015 ~11:00 am Steve and I finally finish the last pull into that bastard 38 degree wind from the east, turning left off of 2200N onto 2450E toward Lexington. It’s early in the season for me and I’m pleased to be matching Steve on this pull. My races and other events are off in my future, but my partner here has already begun a successful racing season. We make the turn and continue about another 100 meters on the front as the pack of 6 regroups. The two of us drift to the rear to rest for a bit as Brad and Vicken pick up the pace, enjoying the wind giving us all a boost. The road makes a slight curve into a downhill as the pace picks up another notch. My eyes open a bit more as I hear one of the front runners call out "Squirrel!" I've encountered the furry critters in the past without a single issue (unless you consider the one that I "de-tailed" on the trail in town one time.) I watch as the varmint skitters past the other riders, and then z...