A few of us got together to ride a century route, some starting from Mark V's home, Dirty Dan riding up from his hut, Benton B. meeting me at my shack and we all converged at various points, forming a group of 9. Reaching Granville, under cloudy skies that warned of rain but radar showing none of it, we paused at a gas station before heading toward Newark. North of Newark, it began to rain and demonstrating mental weakness, I bailed, along with Benton. It rained all the way back to my place, shoes soaked, clothing soaked and so, I started a fire. I hung the gloves, placed the shoes and helmet as close to the fire as possible, opened the windows to offset the fire's intense heat and waited. After a few hours, the items were dry. Probably won't ride on Sunday but if I am inclined, at least the essentials are good to go.
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.