The route is the route and no one needs a turn-by-turn description but something was not right and my legs were very fatigued as early as the turn onto Brownsville Road. My thighs ached and so, I drifted to the back of a group with Kevin H, Cindy, Dan, Beth, let a gap develop and then....exited to the bike path. I won't lie although I am tempted to. Some say this section of the bike path is just as hilly as the road route so it's not like it is flat, plus with tree roots popping through the asphalt, it's very rough so some would say my route was even harder than the road route. Somewhere in there I picked up a mighty thorn and later, my tire flatted. Oh, you should have heard the squeals of delight as people passed me and recognized who was sidelined. Cindy's group passed and I heard "Wish I had a camera" followed by Cindy's horse whinny like cackle which passes for laughter. I checked the tire and did not find anything so installed the new tube and began pumping but nothing. By this time, two of the finest in the peloton, Mitch and Ryan, stopped. Meanwhile, Kendas Todd, Paul and Janet approached separately and I was thrilled to see them approach, figuring at the most I would be loaned their bike or at the least they would fix mine but no....they just squealed with delight like everyone else. Oh, how I have alienated the group and I can't figure out why???? Ryan found what I did not, a 1" spear that had also flatted the new tube. Mitch gave me a spare and they took off and I finished and began riding. By now, every one had passed and I was last out on the road. I eventually caught up with a few people and coasted into the market in Zanesville. Craig and company were long gone but lots of good people were still there.
I headed out with Mitch, Ryan and John and we had a nice ride over to the turn onto Morgan, going south. By now, my adjustments to the derailleur had made the situation worse and the chain was only holding in 2 sprockets while also jumping out of them for no apparent reason. I urged my small group on while I fiddled with another adjustment and.....looking at the map.....saw if I went straight I would be on Rt. 40, thus bypassing that southern stretch. I jumped on the Edsel and eagerly headed to the short-cut with my creaking bike and aching thighs. I felt like a 50-year-old going on 82. This really sucked (maybe it has something to do with riding in the scruntched up position after the seat dropped on Thursday). I eventually arrived back at the Y with 58 miles and 3800' of climbing. I ran into Da Employee and he briefly described his ride before heading out for a 3 mile run via the bike path. Sounds like he was not pushed too much as he said the pace was moderate with Logan hanging on until Flint Ridge, John Gorilla and Marty hanging in there other than when the hills got steep but typically, Craig does not like to brag so I couldn't get much out of him, although he did say his average was 20.5.
Later, Steve O called me and was lost, apparently being the only person to have taken the 95 mile route. By using Mapquest, I was able to guide him in to Newark. Hey, did you know Jeff S' birthday was Saturday? Well, time to throw more money down the bike mechanic hole and try to patch (I've given up on fixing) the Edsel.