A cloudy, gloomy, kind of cold evening for a ride with light winds out of the NE. A good evening to skip a ride if ever there was one but I needed to check out the Canal ride and also examine Corvair's bike for evidence of brake locking. As she left to sign up, I sauntered over and gave the brakes a quick check. Seemed to work ok.
Jr. Muscle Dude on the left arrived and then left after discovering his shoes did not match his pedals. Hate when that happens. I was saddened too by my buddy Steve O having so few eager beavers desiring of a relationship in this parking lot although he did look snappy in that red jersey and white sun sleeves.
There were approximately 31 at tonight's ride. The A group had only four, Brent Jenkins, Paul Stock, Scott Young & one other guy. Ric Noland split the B group so there were 8-9 in the B about that many in the B+ and then Steve Hewitt led out the C group.
Closing on 6:00pm there was the usual rush for the final sign-ins with Brent on the left in red and The Donald...errrrr I mean Mark Clingan on the right with the Rwanda jersey.
Ric gave the usual pre-ride instructions and sent us out on our respective routes ranging from 37 to 52 miles. I rolled out with the B group having Ric, Mark V, Corvair, Bruce and others alongside. It was a nice relaxed pace on a fairly flat route to the east and back. Finished with a 19mph avg. As I drove east toward Granville, I came upon the A group, dismounted from their bikes. Scott had a cut in his front tire and it being tubeless, there was no fixing it so I was happy to offer him a ride back to the parking lot where he was able to retrieve his car and drive to his bike, safely stashed in a bush. At least I think that is how it turned out.
Mark is a long-time cyclist who enjoys poking fun at himself but most especially at his friends. No nicknames or comments are intended to offend, accept them in the humor they are intended.