We opted to head south on the Suncoast Trail with a plan to ride all the way to the end. We did it! FYI, if we have ridden an additional 3-5 miles past the end point, we’d be at our home track, Tampa BMX! But that’s for another day … say like APRIL 20th!!
We turned around at the end of the trail and started heading back. The Beast had voiced that she’d like to stop at the local Target store there and we obliged. Neither Frankenbutt nor I really wanted to shop but we did check their bike and camping section while the Beast checked out Jackie Onassis style sunglasses. We headed back out after 15 minutes of browsing and slowly re-warmed our muscles.
Along the way, there was a cool prehistoric looking armadillo only a short distance from the trail’s edge. We spun back around and Frankenbutt took a picture of him. The armadillo seemed uninterested in our presence and we left him to take care of his business and rode on.
And now a few words from the Beast …
“I’m not crossing THAT!” were the first words out of her (mom’s) mouth when we came to the 100 foot long puddle in the road. Meanwhile, I was exclaiming, “SWEET!”
Dad and I thought, how deep can it get? And bravely continued.
1 inch …. 2 inches …. 3 inches …. getting much deeper.
4 inches ….. 5 inches ….. 6 inches!
It was so deep I had to push my pedal down and then quickly retrieve my foot so it didn’t enter the water. Dad, however, plowed through the water, soaking both of his shoes, making me laugh. Schools of tiny fish darted about under the water (where else would they be?); narrowly avoiding our wheels … well most of them any way.
After passing through the puddle (river!), we reached our destination. It was a little shack that we thought were the restrooms. (I kept my dream that it was the entrance to an underground time travelling machine, to myself.) It turned out not to be the bathrooms (or the time travelling machine) : ( so we headed back.
Got to go, time to do dishes.
Here’s an update about fellow BMXer Kyle from his mom Cindy Brock of Connecticut. She sent the first message to me after the Jack Frost Classic in Egg Harbor Township, NJ:
“Unfortunately, my son was taken off the track by ambulance during practice Saturday morning and was in the hospital until late yesterday when we were able to return to our hometown in CT. Hope everyone else had good races and fun times.
Best of luck,
And today, I received this message:
“Kyle is doing better. Long weekend in the Trauma Care Center in Atlantic City. Back home and doing well, but won't be riding for a while - he tore the ligaments in his foot and has to let them heal up first. Much Much better than we'd expected at the time of his crash and immediate hours following it.”
If you’d like to send get wells and words of support, you can email Cindy and her family using this address: email@example.com Kyle, we’ll keep you in our thoughts and look forward to seeing you back on the track soon.