The DCC

This past Sunday, I completed the Door County Century (DCC), a hundred-mile bike ride.  I didn't win--it's not a race.  Last year I went, but I didn't do the hundred-mile course--I did 70 or 75 or whatever the second-longest option was.  This year I did the whole thing.

Last year's route didn't have nearly as much time near the water as one would expect for a bike ride in a narrow peninsula with no real other physical features worth mentioning.  This year was much better.  A good portion of the ride was within view of water, which was nice.  They also increased the number of rest areas from three to six--which was excessive.  I even skipped one of them.

The highlight of the trip, I think, was nowhere near the water, which is odd for a water-lover such as myself.  In the middle of the peninsula, with no water nearby (relative to anywhere else on the ride, anyway), stood an old barn with a sign which read "NO LIFEGUARD ON DUTY."  Awesome.

Wisconsin is fun like that.  I also saw a couple old rusted boats (the same ones that were there last year, although the canoe didn't have the pretend people with milk jugs for heads in it anymore) in people's front yards, too. 

One property was for sale that I didn't see anything except trees and bushes.  The sign said "Horse Ranch For Sale."  I guess the horses in Illinois are pansies, because ours like to run around in the grassy fields.  They'd probably die on that horse ranch in Door County.

Also, wear your helmet.  It keeps your brain from going scrambled eggs if you crash.

That is all.