Well, HRH and I were at the planning summit for the 2015 Ragbrai ride. The summit, as protocol dictated, was held in the Apple Valley Nail Trust. She went with the traditional Lady of the Evening Red, while I chose Who The Hell Thinks of These Names Pink.
We agreed we should get the registration paperwork (well it is done by computer but you know what I mean) done this week. CaDiva is checking the hotel. We also started to accumulate squart bottles.
These are squat quart plastic milk cartons. CaDiva makes iced tea and freezes it in these bottles. Then we pack them into the cooler with all the carbs and Simply Raspberry Lemonade. I won't go into how something can be simply raspberry and lemonade because HRH likes it and she is the one who is pedaling her backside across Iowa.
I'm worried because Costco quit carrying the Greek Pasta Salad, which is a Ragbrai cooler staple. But I'm certain CaDiva will find a suitable replacement. I think we get a fridge in this hotel. That is good given this is a four day ride. I'll give you more information after CaDiva conducts her recon session this week.
HRH said she is going to take me riding as soon as these spring rain storms slow down. I asked her to concentrate on some place I can relearn how to turn. I know I used to be able to turn both right and left. I know this because it was a right out of the driveway, left on Granada, and another right at the crossing guard before we turned left to the bike racks at Stonewall Jackson Elementary School. Not to mention, at that time I had HRH on the saddlebag rack and a violin across the handle bars. So, I know it is doable.
Anyway, the important thing is, this is going to happen. RAGBRAI 2015 is looming. And we need to get registered.
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