I had an exciting Sunday morning ride this week. Went out at about 6:00 for 30-40 miles. I was on my way in, about 10 miles from home on a long flat farm road when I saw a group of about six riders turn onto my road about 1/2 mile in front of me. I was very impressed with how they turned in perfect formation and stayed in such a close pack. It is unusual to see teams out so early on Sunday but I was sure they were at least semi-pros as they were all dressed matching kit. I jumped at the chance to catch them and draft home. Within about a half mile I had gained enough to see that they were in fact not cyclists but runners as I could see their legs and gait. I was impressed as they were very fast and it was taking considerable speed to catch them. Soon I was upon them and realized that I was chasing a group of extremely athletic Jersey cows from a local dairy farm. In fact when I finally caught them I recognized them from when I had broken down in front of their pasture last year with a blown sidewall and they had all come over to greet me while I was waiting for Mini Van Driver (my wife) to come fetch me. Well, considering how hospitable they had been to me I decided to try and drive them home as the dairy was only a mile or so up the road. I started yelling and whistling at them and managed to get them up to about 17 MPH on the narrow barbed wire fence lined road. A little less than a mile up we came to their pasture where their compatriots were assembled awaiting their return. As we passed the fence about 20 cows joined in the run from the other side. Soon we were at the end of the pasture where my cows had made their escape and I could see the entire end section of fence was down. All of a sudden I was driving nearly 30 cows and leading a local stampede! Fortunately the dairy barn was only a few hundred yards up the road and my entourage made a bee line for the barn yard where they commenced a hollering and mooing session the likes of which I have never experienced, the din was simply alien in nature. I went to the farm house that abutted the barn and rang the bell until the farmer's wife came to the door in her P.Js. She had quite the startled look on her face when she saw her yard full of the beautiful girls and I in my spandex.
I had an exciting Sunday morning ride this week. Went out at about 6:00 for 30-40 miles. I was on my way in, about 10 miles from home on a long flat farm road when I saw a group of about six riders turn onto my road about 1/2 mile in front of me. I was very impressed with how they turned in perfect formation and stayed in such a close pack. It is unusual to see teams out so early on Sunday but I was sure they were at least semi-pros as they were all dressed matching kit. I jumped at the chance to catch them and draft home. Within about a half mile I had gained enough to see that they were in fact not cyclists but runners as I could see their legs and gait. I was impressed as they were very fast and it was taking considerable speed to catch them. Soon I was upon them and realized that I was chasing a group of extremely athletic Jersey cows from a local dairy farm. In fact when I finally caught them I recognized them from when I had broken down in front of their pasture last year with a blown sidewall and they had all come over to greet me while I was waiting for Mini Van Driver (my wife) to come fetch me. Well, considering how hospitable they had been to me I decided to try and drive them home as the dairy was only a mile or so up the road. I started yelling and whistling at them and managed to get them up to about 17 MPH on the narrow barbed wire fence lined road. A little less than a mile up we came to their pasture where their compatriots were assembled awaiting their return. As we passed the fence about 20 cows joined in the run from the other side. Soon we were at the end of the pasture where my cows had made their escape and I could see the entire end section of fence was down. All of a sudden I was driving nearly 30 cows and leading a local stampede! Fortunately the dairy barn was only a few hundred yards up the road and my entourage made a bee line for the barn yard where they commenced a hollering and mooing session the likes of which I have never experienced, the din was simply alien in nature. I went to the farm house that abutted the barn and rang the bell until the farmer's wife came to the door in her P.Js. She had quite the startled look on her face when she saw her yard full of the beautiful girls and I in my spandex.
I live an exciting life...
Dave Reckoning
Noblesville Indiana
What I learned from all this is that this guy needs someone in a car to pick him up and bring him home. Sheesh.
I had an exciting Sunday morning ride this week. Went out at about 6:00 for 30-40 miles. I was on my way in, about 10 miles from home on a long flat farm road when I saw a group of about six riders turn onto my road about 1/2 mile in front of me. I was very impressed with how they turned in perfect formation and stayed in such a close pack. It is unusual to see teams out so early on Sunday but I was sure they were at least semi-pros as they were all dressed matching kit. I jumped at the chance to catch them and draft home. Within about a half mile I had gained enough to see that they were in fact not cyclists but runners as I could see their legs and gait. I was impressed as they were very fast and it was taking considerable speed to catch them. Soon I was upon them and realized that I was chasing a group of extremely athletic Jersey cows from a local dairy farm. In fact when I finally caught them I recognized them from when I had broken down in front of their pasture last year with a blown sidewall and they had all come over to greet me while I was waiting for Mini Van Driver (my wife) to come fetch me. Well, considering how hospitable they had been to me I decided to try and drive them home as the dairy was only a mile or so up the road. I started yelling and whistling at them and managed to get them up to about 17 MPH on the narrow barbed wire fence lined road. A little less than a mile up we came to their pasture where their compatriots were assembled awaiting their return. As we passed the fence about 20 cows joined in the run from the other side. Soon we were at the end of the pasture where my cows had made their escape and I could see the entire end section of fence was down. All of a sudden I was driving nearly 30 cows and leading a local stampede! Fortunately the dairy barn was only a few hundred yards up the road and my entourage made a bee line for the barn yard where they commenced a hollering and mooing session the likes of which I have never experienced, the din was simply alien in nature. I went to the farm house that abutted the barn and rang the bell until the farmer's wife came to the door in her P.Js. She had quite the startled look on her face when she saw her yard full of the beautiful girls and I in my spandex.
I live an exciting life...
Dave Reckoning
Noblesville Indiana
Hi, Hoosier Dave Fun story. I was a faux Hoosier for six years of my youth, living in north central Indiana. My music teacher was James Noble. Maybe he was from Noblesville! ;-)
