You are now entered for the Tour de Felasco 2012."
Thanks to a little help from our friends.
Hey, at least the site didn't crash this year. But for a few hours it did refuse to admit that there was such an event available. Interestingly, a few hours was the same amount of time it took to fill up. Emails flew. Facebook lit up. Suddenly everyone was in the loop. The old secret password trick. Ha. Foiled by the same internet employed to confound us.
The opening salvo of the Tour de Fiasco happens at 6AM every first of October. Thank goodness following their trail markers is easier than following their online instructions.
Busy weekend here. Too busy to justify driving all the way to Hailes Trails.
We signed a contract with the builder.
Silly me. I thought we'd have 30-45 days to pack up and move out of here. Uh-uh. 2 weeks! Yikes! Find a place to rent for less than a year (as if), that takes pets (good luck), arrange storage, and get packing.
But just because we boxed a bunch of stuff doesn't mean we bagged all the fun.
Being up early on Saturday morning for the Registration de Fiasco was not a total waste. Popeye had time to get to Palm Bay, while I got an early start on my ride around the block.
The Melbourne block, that is.
Which is the most dirt I can pack into a local ride, without violating my no-riding-alone-in-the-bum-trails-rule. Highlights along the way were stops to chat with other Fiasco victims out early, and a few places-no-faces photo stops.
Nice and Lord-OTF were out early and stopped to commiserate.
Then there was the informative conversation with the poison ivy spray man in Mel Village, who was kind enough to show me a native potato plant. Right before he sprayed it.
Semi, the original Fiasco pusher, was coaching soccer in Wickham.
Gadget Guru and Motorcycle Mama were just starting out on their slick tires, a late take off for their Cocoa Village ride.
As for me... Melbourne Causeway to Melboune Village to the Airport Trails to Wickham Park to Eau Gallie Causeway, and reluctantly, home.
Miles: 36
Tires: fat
Time: Uh... home in time for lunch.
I think I took a wrong turn in Melbourne Village.
Don't put a foot down.
(Unless you are off the bike to take a picture, of course.)
Airport Trail
No, I couldn't get the phone out of its ziploc fast enough
to get a picture of the deer as it ran across trail.
You can probably do a century ride in Melbourne
on canal banks alone.
Just a single swoop through Wickham.
Running can resume once the move is accomplished.
So. Early Fiasco.
Saturday morning ride.
Followed by Saturday afternoon condo viewing.
And Saturday evening Roller Derby.
Roller Derby - Palm Bay Rec Center - BYOB
One bout left this year. Nov 5.
Check Molly Roger Roller Girls on facebook.
Sunday morning. Back to work. I packed up a few boxes while Popeye put in some overtime in Malabar....
Then out to play again.
Hash ride!
(It's good to be vertically challenged.)
There's only 2-3 miles left undisturbed at Ulimay.
If anything, it has grown in even more since this was taken Nov 2010.
Who can resist the allure of the amazingly eco-, and economically, diverse Merritt Island? Thank you to the hares who, of course, did down downs for their trail. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Miles: 19.27
Tires: fat
Time: great!
Good bye, weekend.
Hello, alarm clock.
It's Monday.
And we're gonna need a lot more boxes.
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