Damn I like it out here. Dude on the left is a grad of Michigan State and a big football fan.
We head out through a convoluted maze of stop signs, street lights and detours but eventually reach the outskirts of town and approach an intersection. We are in a long line of about 60 cyclists as the light changes to yellow, the peloton keeps going, then red, the peloton keeps going but I stop. Yep the only person who stops. I once broke a collarbone because I did not stop at an intersection and ran into a cyclist who skidded to a stop because a car ran the sign. Probably that's why I take such a dim view of the couple of dim lights who populate our rides and do stupid stuff at lights and signs. You just can't rely on the driver observing the rules of the road even as you are not. Fortunately, today's group was still in the soft pedal mode and after a mile of chasing, I rejoined, just as we reached Valencia Road, which signals the ramping of intensity. From there, the road rises gently at first, then steeper and steeper.... I asked a gal next to me, "How far to the bridge" which signals the end of the climb. "Seven miles" was her reply!!! People began to drift back, then more, down to about 20 now...then I drop, CRAP!!!! about 50 yards from the bridge.