Smallish turnout again, maybe 35 for a flatish route of 40 miles and 1300’ of climbing. 17 started with the A group, including Retro George, rolling in at the last minute. The pace was not bad as we raced into Lithopolis, out Elder, right on Oregon and left on Berger, with a fairly strong SW wind. South on Richardson and some appeared to be straining. A gap opened in front of me at some point but I was able to cover it. There was a new guy wearing a brown shirt and I watched him warily but he appeared to be ok. We turned right onto London that has a short, kind of steepish hill. I was locked on to Mitch’s wheel but looked up and a sizeable gap opened in front of “brown”. Not good. George went around and I briefly considered suffering behind him as he would no doubt ride at a pace to catch the front but decided riding with Mitch would be more fun. Pastor Mark did make the jump and they soon disappeared over the horizon. Mitch, “brown” and I rode together until Brown dropped off and then Mitch and I were alone, he taking long and strong pulls and me doing my part with a 100 yard pull here and there.
Each year, there is one day in late summer when a type of bug must hatch adn fill the air. There were thousands of them, most of which impacted on Mitch as he rode bravely in the front. We finished with a 20mph average and upon entering the parking lot, I saw Peggy and coasted up to her, anticipating an apology and in her way she did, with a squirt of her water bottle. What a pal.