Gary Jackson: Fire When Ready Pottery
A Chicago potter’s somewhat slanted view of clay & play
Categories: bike, food, friends

We started the day with layers upon layers; A bit chilly, but perfect for Nancy & I to get started on our bikes. The Hilly Hundred is my favorite bike ride of the year. It’s just fifty miles each day, with just a “few” hills along the way!!!

So much fun to be pedaling through Southern Indiana with a lot of other bikes. The rest stops are always stocked with snacks, apples, water & apple cider. Lucky for us, the first rest stop usually has plenty of donuts too!!!

Part of my “entertainment” at the first rest stop was when Nancy found out that her bike tights were on inside-out. Watching her trying to correct that without sitting, or more importantly falling over, was fun to watch… and she succeeded!!!

Further down the road, we stopped on a street corner to regroup. Suddenly we realized that we were standing at a very “special” corner for the both of us!

Yep, Nancy is the friend that got me into pottery in the first place. During the Hilly Hundred of all places. My how we’ve both come full circle. It was several years ago when we were riding The Hilly Hundred through a small town called Nashville, Indiana. We happened to stop in a small pottery studio during lunch. Nancy mentioned that she had always wanted to take pottery class… so it was right there & then that we decided to take our first pottery classes at Lillstreet. So my whole pottery career is kind of Nancy’s fault!!!

We’ve always said that the “best part of biking is stopping.” And you never know WHERE you might stop. A great place for pie. A scenic overview. A planned rest stop. Or in this case, a somewhat prophetic message for my bike… and if I keep eating those donuts at the rest stop, we might have an issue?!

I love riding through farm fields. The agriculture. The animals. The barns.
So many great sights to see as you’re rolling down the road.

And then we’re back to the hills. This one is called Cemetery Hill… maybe because of the actual cemetery at the top, or because you’re “dead” when you pedal up to the top of the hill?! And there’s Nancy in the blue coat working her way to the top…

Stopping again… this time to make friends with a local llama along the way. So many people pedal right past everything on the route so focused on getting to the end. I prefer to stop along the way and have some fun… and this llama was more than eager to play too!!!

Soon enough it was time for lunch… time to drop the bikes and get some food.

And for anyone who has ever done The Hilly Hundred, you’ll definitely recognize the cardboard mats that everyone uses at lunch to sit on the damp grass.

Back on the road… sometimes you’re alone… sometimes there are a few other bikers… while other times there are a LOT of bikers sharing the road. Either way, the curving roads through beautiful Fall colors are always fun!

Although the day was mostly overcast, the Fall colors were still beautiful.

At the last rest stop of the day, I ran into a friend of mine. Nancy and I were sitting chatting & snacking. When all of a sudden Kelly came walking up to chat. Kelly and I worked together this summer during “Fire, Forge & Feast” Summer Camp. She’s a metalsmith who tackled the first day of metals during our camp. She went to school in Bloomington, Indiana so she’s accustomed to the hills… but I’m pretty sure her secret power is in the leather moccasins she wears while she’s riding. No bike shoes for her!!!

At the end of Day One, we had had a wonderful ride through Southern Indiana. Wonderful Fall colors. Great “stops” along the way. And a fund day with friends… and we get to do it all over again tomorrow!!!

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