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Doing the Frog Dance under the Full Moon

Six of us showed up for a Full Moon ride on the Lake Okeechobee Scenic Trail (LOST) Saturday night. There was (left to right) Son Adam and his wife, Carly; Reader in the Wild Mathilde; former co-worker George and newbie Jay. Jay, who is a golfer and a gym rat, was not only a LOST newbie, he was on his second bike ride.

We started out with a great tailwind

The wind was out of the south at 12 to 14 mph and we were headed mostly north, so life was good. It wasn’t hard to crank at 18 mph.

The group sorted out pretty quickly. Carly was on fire. She set the pace for Adam and Mathilde. George, Jay and I brought up the rear.

After a couple of miles, Jay either got bored with my descriptions of the lake or he was afraid he was going to go to sleep riding at our slow pace. He took off to try to catch up with the other three. Either he was a ringer who fibbed about his experience or he’s gonna make a great bike rider.

I have to confess: I’m slow

Like the mediocre student said, “I’m the one who makes the top 10% possible,” I’m the guy on a group ride who makes the other riders feel superior.

I stopped along the way to shoot a picture of a tree at dusk and George passed me.

Another one bites the dust

Just as I was catching up with George and getting ready to pass him, the Queen song, Another One Bites the Dust, started playing.

You can’t beat that timing.

I was getting hungry

I sent word ahead to the faster riders to go on ahead to The Office Bar & Grill at Nubbins Slough and order a sausage, pepperoni and mushroom pizza, figuring it would be ready by the time I got there.

That gave me time to enjoy another Lake O sunset.

lost-sunsetAnd, no, I didn’t get to see the legendary Green Flash this time either.

We were disappointed

I pulled up in front of the Office to find some disheartened riders. The place was closed. We arrived at 8:05 and closing time was 8:00.

George said he wasn’t hungry and was going to head back because it was going to take him quite a while to make it back to the cars. He figured we’d probably pass him on the way back down the trail. The rest of us elected to head north to Taylor Creek for Gizmo’s Pizza.

[Note for anyone worried about what happened to George: he made it back to the trailhead 40 minutes before the rest of us. Fortunately for him, the bugs were no problem this trip. Otherwise we’d have found a George skeleton next to his bike.]

Calling Gizmo’s Pizza

I didn’t want to take us four miles out of our way if THEY were going to be closed, so I gave them a call on my cell phone (they are one of only two pizza joints on my speeddial list). They said they were getting close to turning out the lights, but they’d stick around for hungry cyclists.

(Just for the record, here’s their number: (863) 357-2188)

They made us a great pizza, kept us supplied with beverages and stuck around past normal closing time to make us feel welcome.

[NOTE: Bad news. I stopped by there recently and found they are no longer in business. There’s a new sandwich shop in their place. I haven’t tried it yet.]

adam-in-gogglesAdam took my bug warnings seriously

I tell folks that bugs can be brutal around dusk and that eye protection is a good idea. Adam was certainly ready.

As it turned out, the dry weather has kept the bug population down for the last two Full Moon Rides we’ve done.

The headwinds were brutal

That great tailwind northbound was a terrible headwind on the way south. I was hoping the wind would die down at dusk, but I think it might have even increased.

I was in my middle ring in the front and the second and third-lowest gears in the back spinning away at 80 or 90 rpm. It was like 21 miles of hill climbing without a break. Everybody just got into their own groove.

I was bringing up the end, as usual.

What is that crazy woman doing?

When I pulled into the lock at Henry Creek, the first thing I noticed was Mathilde jumping up and down and gyrating wildly like the metal grate was electrified.

When I got closer, I discovered why: the lake has been so low that the locks have been closed to boat traffic for about 18 months and the concrete lock chambers are almost empty except for a couple zillion very vocal frogs.

The sound of all those frogs echoing off the concrete walls was quite musical and impressive. It was almost synchronized and with a strong beat, so she was moved by some primitive urge to dance. (I THINK that’s what she was doing. It might have been a strange medical condition that’ll show up on House next season.)

More generational than gastronomical

As impressed as I was, the topping on my pizza must not have been the same as Mathilde’s because I was not quite moved to gyration. Maybe it was more generational than gastronomical.

Even thought the light was miserable, Son Adam managed to capture a bit of the moment in the video above.

All in all, it was a great night with some nice folks. You can’t beat that with a stick.

3 comments to Doing the Frog Dance under the Full Moon

  • Charles Keefer

    Another great LOST ride. Sorry I can’t partake cause I can’t take any of my real bikes out there.

    I’m never doing 40 miles on my folding bike again.

    My recumbents are too big for your carrier.

    The world is biased against someone who does not ride traditional bicycles.

    Ah. Well. I’m used to being ahead of my time.

    cmk

  • Keef,

    Your bents are too big for anything but an AIRCRAFT carrier.

    Do it on your Cannondale. I’ll throw it on my rack and you can get LOST again.

  • George sent me this email. I’m sure he won’t mind me posting it along with some amplifications and clarifications:

    “Love the blog and videos.

    I don’t have ANY photos of myself on the bike, from any angle. I’m just glad I didn’t show any butt cleavage! -:)) I sent that link to friends and relatives to prove I really CAN get my butt off the couch…..

    You’re right that I was lucky¬†with the bugs. I hate bug spray and didn’t bring any. But the headwind I hated kept them away. Never got a bite.

    My only issue while waiting was wishing I’d stolen your keys so I’d have a place to sit, and for access to a jug of water I’d left in the car.

    I’m sorry I worried you by going off solo. I thought about calling you when I got to the cars, but I told you I’d call if I needed help, and I didn’t wanna freak you out if you saw my number pop up on your phone.

    I was glad you and Adam agreed that headwind was a pain. I was afraid it was just my wimpy ass struggling with it. Jay said it wore him out too.

    But it was WELL worth it. The LOST ride, and especially at night, is probably something very few people do. It’s nice to be part of an elite group!

    — George”

    Sir George, Sir,

    I’m glad you enjoyed the ride. You’re right. It’s something that few folks have experienced and it’s their loss.

    To cover some things you brought up.

    1. Thanks for taking the Another One Bites the Dust video in the spirit in which it was intended. I have so few opportunities to pass folks that I couldn’t resist punching the button when that Queen song started.

    2. Yeah, I should have given you the keys. I thought about that half-way through the pizza. On the other hand, I find that folks tend to be nicer to me if I keep my keys.

    3. I wasn’t worried about your solo ride. You had a 50-50 chance of making it.

    3A. There was some minor discussion about what we would do if we found you stretched out on the side of the road.

    I won’t tell you how the vote ended, but one of the options was to start immediate CPR; the other was to call 9-1-1 and tell Dispatch that we had found an unknown cyclist down on the side of the trail, but they didn’t need to hurry because he was already cold and stiff.

    3B. I was relieved to find you back at the car. I knew I didn’t have enough energy left to backtrack to see which side of the dike you had rolled down. I planned to let the vultures find you at first light.

    We’ll see you on the next one.

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