Detroit Cityfest–Che Casino!
Here at the Greektown Casino and hotel, it’s a little slow. I managed to miss any fireworks, still haven’t looked into the casino (this word means ‘mess’ in colloquial Italian…i wonder what it means in Greek).
Rather than pedal into the city, I took a rest day. The previous day, July 3, we’d ridden 90 miles (80 was what we were spozta do, but as we’re learning, we get ‘bonus miles’ thanks to spontaneous changes in the route). THAT day was splendid. It came on the tail of a week’s worth of sharing the road with eighteen wheelers and Motorists With Attitude.
I had gotten to the point of feeling I was risking my life a dozen times a day, even though (as one of the road tour directors reminded me ) it is dangerous to ride a bike, and it is my job this summer, maybe not to fret about the hazard factor so much.
With about ten others, I watched from the support van–with envy–as the riders skimmed across the flatlands, looking like a team. Riding like a team. Having a blast. I didn’t even try having a beer with them when they arrived happily spent–cruising the town for a decent beer and a huge plate of food.
So yes I am naturally chicken, and I like knowing what is coming. I have given up asking what the sequence of towns we’re riding through is… and just make do with those ‘cue sheets’ with their
“left .1 mile , right 21 miles.. right .5 miles, etc… ” directions, which let us down when they fail to have the mileage correct. Even the aggregate mile total is not provided.
I can do the math myself, and buy a state atlas if I’m that addicted to place names…. Speaking of which, after the goldsprints at city fest (I lost to Andrew Wilhelm, the artist/trackie, an honor to even try stationary bike racing w/him) we were escorted by Jack VanDyke, Alex from the Hub of Detroit, his sweetie to Cafe D’mongo (video), a really cool little dive a few blocks away from the hotel.
Larry D’mongo read my palm, saying what every person wants to hear: you are special, way ahead of your time etc, and I floated back to the hotel to sleep away the vodka and lethargy of a rideless stage.