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<strong>TCBC</strong> ANNOUNCES<br />

ONLINE STORE<br />

shop@biketcbc.org<br />

<strong>TCBC</strong> has added a new feature to its<br />

website: an online store! Visit www.<br />

biketcbc.org/shop for convenient<br />

purchases and all your cycling and<br />

gift-giving needs. How about a pair <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>TCBC</strong> socks for <strong>the</strong> cold-footed<br />

cyclists in your life? Perhaps a <strong>TCBC</strong><br />

map clip to help keep <strong>the</strong>m from<br />

getting lost? Or a Minnesota Bike<br />

Atlas, complete with printable maps<br />

and turn-by-turn instructions for over<br />

100 routes, along with a section on<br />

trails in Minnesota and Wisconsin, to<br />

inspire your friends to get into<br />

cycling? The online store <strong>of</strong>fers<br />

convenient shopping with your<br />

purchases delivered to your door.<br />

Payment for your purchases is easy via<br />

PayPal. Purchase price includes<br />

shipping, handling and PayPal fees.<br />

For more information, please contact<br />

shop@biketcbc.org. Thanks to Phil<br />

Doi, Mary Derks, Cindy Hanson, Steve<br />

Scott, Tony Stifter, and Jack Uttermark<br />

for <strong>the</strong>ir efforts in getting this online<br />

store up and running. We hope to add<br />

our new 2009 club jersey when it<br />

becomes available next spring.<br />

SUNDAY, MAY 24, 2009<br />

Sponsored by Chippewa Valley Century Ride<br />

Irvine Park - Chippewa Falls, WI<br />

Century Ride (35, 50, 75 or 100 miles)<br />

Registration 7:00 - 10:00 a.m.<br />

$25 before May 15 / $30 after May 15<br />

fee includes:<br />

• Rest Stops with Food & Water<br />

• Sag Wagon<br />

• Brat Feed<br />

• T-Shirts available for $15.00<br />

FOR MORE INFORMATION<br />

Write Chippewa Valley Century Ride<br />

P.O. Box 975, Chippewa Falls, WI 54729<br />

or our Website: www.chippewavalleyride.us<br />

ENTRY FORMS AVAILABLE ON LINE OR AT<br />

DISTINGUISHED BIKE SHOPS IN WI AND MN.<br />

For <strong>the</strong> fourth<br />

consecutive year,<br />

<strong>the</strong> Thursdays on<br />

<strong>the</strong> Cannon ride<br />

will be held every<br />

Thursday morning<br />

from <strong>the</strong><br />

beginning <strong>of</strong> May<br />

through <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong><br />

September. This year, <strong>the</strong> ride is a little<br />

different, however. We’ll be leaving<br />

from Welch at 8:30 as usual, but we’ll<br />

include <strong>the</strong> beautiful new Hay Creek<br />

Trail (which leads south from Red Wing)<br />

along with <strong>the</strong> Cannon River Trail.<br />

That means this B ride will have an<br />

initial option <strong>of</strong> 32 or 52 miles in May<br />

and June. Starting in July, with our<br />

TRAIL RIDING<br />

BEAUTIFUL RIDE ALONG THE CANNON VALLEY TRAIL NEAR WELCH VILLAGE<br />

Thursdays on <strong>the</strong><br />

Cannon Rides Again!<br />

biking legs stronger, we’ll add a 72-<br />

mile option.<br />

As usual, <strong>the</strong> big Cannon River Ride<br />

free picnic, complete with limemarinated<br />

chicken, beer brats and<br />

Texas sheet cake with strawberries, will<br />

be held <strong>the</strong> third week <strong>of</strong> July, July 23.<br />

If it’s pouring rain, we’ll hold it a week<br />

later, on <strong>the</strong> 30th. No picnic fee<br />

required, though donations would not<br />

be beaten <strong>of</strong>f with a bicycle chain.<br />

And <strong>the</strong> annual Cannon Century, <strong>the</strong><br />

world’s easiest century ride, will be<br />

held on September 17. Join us on <strong>the</strong><br />

Cannon every Thursday this summer<br />

on two <strong>of</strong> Minnesota’s greatest trails.<br />

- Don Picard<br />

WE ALWAYS HAVE A PICNIC AFTER THE RIDE<br />

By Bob Brown<br />

Davenport, Iowa, is a Mississippi River<br />

town with historical connections in<br />

both directions going way back to <strong>the</strong><br />

days <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> riverboat. A gateway to<br />

<strong>the</strong> South, or to <strong>the</strong> North, depending<br />

on your direction <strong>of</strong> travel, Davenport<br />

is an island <strong>of</strong> Swing Jazz in <strong>the</strong><br />

middle <strong>of</strong> Whoopee John Country.<br />

North <strong>of</strong> Davenport, walleye is king.<br />

To <strong>the</strong> south, <strong>the</strong> catfish reigns. But in<br />

Davenport, <strong>the</strong> walleye and <strong>the</strong><br />

catfish share a crown with prop<strong>one</strong>nts<br />

for each knowing full well <strong>the</strong><br />

ignorance <strong>of</strong> those o<strong>the</strong>r guys. At<br />

least that is how it was at <strong>the</strong> time <strong>of</strong><br />

this story and a bicycle trip my<br />

bro<strong>the</strong>r and I took from Lake Itasca to<br />

Memphis, Tennessee.<br />

Before staying overnight at my<br />

bro<strong>the</strong>r’s house in Rock Island,<br />

Illinois, across <strong>the</strong> river from<br />

Davenport, my bro<strong>the</strong>r, always <strong>the</strong><br />

pr<strong>of</strong>essor, thought it best we should<br />

ride to <strong>the</strong> visitor center located at<br />

Mississippi River Lock and Dam # 15<br />

by <strong>the</strong> Arsenal Bridge not far from his<br />

home. He said it was a place where<br />

some knowledge regarding <strong>the</strong> river<br />

might be obtained. I am averse to<br />

learning anything I might not need to<br />

know. I fear <strong>the</strong> information might<br />

take up space in my mind, a place<br />

with little room to spare. At <strong>the</strong><br />

visitor center I was persuaded to<br />

enter upon learning <strong>of</strong> a free movie in<br />

<strong>the</strong>re. However, <strong>the</strong> movie started<br />

right out with a question that left me<br />

feeling low. I could tell it was going<br />

to be an informational movie. In a<br />

very deep voice, <strong>the</strong> moderator<br />

inquired, “Have you ever thought <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> Mississippi River as a highway?”<br />

Well no, in my whole life I had not. I<br />

recalled that my bro<strong>the</strong>r had once<br />

ridden his bicycle into <strong>the</strong> Cannon<br />

River, so I asked him if he had ever<br />

thought <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Mississippi River as a<br />

highway, and said, “No.” In that view I<br />

thought <strong>the</strong>re might be some safety,<br />

even though <strong>the</strong> moderator said<br />

o<strong>the</strong>rwise. He implied that we had<br />

missed <strong>the</strong> truck when it came to<br />

thinking about <strong>the</strong> river. Do you<br />

know how much grain a barge will<br />

hold? Nei<strong>the</strong>r do I, but <strong>the</strong> moderator<br />

knew <strong>the</strong> answer to that <strong>one</strong> and to<br />

all <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> his own questions as<br />

well. My bro<strong>the</strong>r said it was<br />

interesting, which was true, but he<br />

has more room for <strong>the</strong> information<br />

than I do so he was less worried<br />

about <strong>the</strong>re being too much <strong>of</strong> it.<br />

The next morning, my bro<strong>the</strong>r took<br />

charge <strong>of</strong> our routing as <strong>the</strong> area was<br />

DAVENPORT<br />

more familiar to him. He said <strong>the</strong><br />

day’s ride would be about 100 miles,<br />

not very hilly, and that we would be<br />

staying overnight downriver in<br />

Muscatine, Iowa. We left his house<br />

riding north. “Is it not south we are<br />

riding down <strong>the</strong> Mississippi?” I<br />

inquired. He said we must first cross<br />

<strong>the</strong> river into Iowa by riding north, an<br />

assertion which aroused some<br />

suspicion in me when I saw <strong>the</strong> visitor<br />

center coming into view again.<br />

However, my bro<strong>the</strong>r went right up<br />

onto <strong>the</strong> Arsenal Bridge. I thought we<br />

were going to be getting away from<br />

<strong>the</strong>re, until his bicycle pump escaped<br />

from its bracket and jumped <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong><br />

bridge. Like two cats, we were at <strong>the</strong><br />

railing to see where it went. My<br />

bro<strong>the</strong>r saw it first because he had<br />

looked down. Then we both saw it<br />

lying in <strong>the</strong> water below <strong>the</strong> bridge.<br />

It was floating in <strong>the</strong> lock actually,<br />

which was fortunate, as <strong>the</strong> lock had<br />

an attendant and, so far as we knew,<br />

<strong>the</strong> Mississippi River did not.<br />

We went down <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> bridge to <strong>the</strong><br />

lock and told <strong>the</strong> attendant to give us<br />

back our pump. He tried to act as if<br />

he didn’t have it, but when we<br />

pointed out our pump in his lock, we<br />

had him dead to rights and he knew<br />

it, or at least we thought he should<br />

know it. He did finally go get a pole<br />

with a hook on it like a metal<br />

shepherd’s staff only much longer<br />

with a way bigger hook. Then he<br />

started trying to fish <strong>the</strong> pump out <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> lock. I would have to say, he<br />

wasn’t very good at it. He was making<br />

me think, “Who in <strong>the</strong> world hired this<br />

guy for this job?” He seemed to have<br />

no talent for getting bicycle pumps<br />

out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lock. He had picked <strong>the</strong><br />

wrong tool to start with, and he was<br />

just chasing <strong>the</strong> pump around in <strong>the</strong><br />

water. I thought some <strong>of</strong> pushing him<br />

in and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>of</strong>fering to pull him out if<br />

he would grab our pump and not let<br />

go, but I wasn’t sure he would know<br />

how to do that ei<strong>the</strong>r. I could tell that<br />

he lacked experience. He said, “With<br />

most people, <strong>the</strong>ir bicycle pumps<br />

don’t come here,” or some such<br />

excuse as that.<br />

Well finally, <strong>the</strong> pump handle did<br />

catch precariously on <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

hook, and he began to raise it up, but<br />

<strong>the</strong>n he dropped it back into <strong>the</strong> lock.<br />

We were saying it would be better to<br />

bring it up within reach so we could<br />

grab it. We pointed out that it was<br />

starting to ride low in <strong>the</strong> water. The<br />

handle did catch again, and he did<br />

follow our advice, so we were able to<br />

snatch <strong>the</strong> pump back from him at<br />

last. He made no apology for <strong>the</strong> time<br />

he had taken to do his job, but we<br />

said “thank you” anyway, having been<br />

born and raised in Minnesota.<br />

The very first bridge across <strong>the</strong><br />

Mississippi River had been built where<br />

<strong>the</strong> Arsenal Bridge now stands, so <strong>the</strong><br />

Rock Island Line from Chicago could<br />

cross <strong>the</strong> river and continue westward.<br />

Like <strong>the</strong> railroad before us, we crossed<br />

a bridge at that same location and<br />

continued westward on our trip down<br />

<strong>the</strong> Mississippi River. The direction still<br />

didn’t seem right to me, but my<br />

bro<strong>the</strong>r had led us across <strong>the</strong> Arsenal<br />

Bridge to Davenport, so I had reason to<br />

believe he knew what he was doing,<br />

which did not prove too true; but if you<br />

think I was going to look at my map<br />

when I had not yet been dropped,<br />

<strong>the</strong>n you don’t know me.<br />

8 MARCH <strong>TCBC</strong> NEWS www.bike<strong>TCBC</strong>.org TWIN CITIES BICYCLING CLUB TWIN CITIES BICYCLING CLUB www.bike<strong>TCBC</strong>.org MARCH <strong>TCBC</strong> NEWS 9

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