I was gassed and beyond the red zone, whatever that is. We rode to the turn at Salem Church and I knew I risked getting cuffed on the side of the helmet but I meekly blurted out, "Should we regroup a little?" Ha, Ha, Ha...The only response to such a ridiculous offer, motivated solely by my desire to be a nice guy, of course, was Mark saying, "No, make them work for it". Mark took a long pull at the front but I looked among our select group and wondered, would I hang with The Boss when he took a pull, with this maniac Walker guy when his turn came? The answer, NOOOOO. I dropped off on Sitterly, only 10 miles into the route. Too quickly, Poobah, Ryan and Mitch came by but I had not sufficiently recovered to hang with Poobah who was drilling it at the front (thanks buddy). Then Jeff S came by and I jumped on and managed to recover in his slipstream (thanks buddy).
Ahead, Poobah had dropped Ryan and then Mitch and no one willing to yield to form a group but eventually Jeff, Ryan, Mitch and I grouped and began working together. Kevin H, a.k.a. Polish Pony caught us and now we had a nice working number and we caught Poobah. I urged everyone to ban him for having previously burned out the group but could not round up a consensus and he was grudgingly accepted. We tried to do the echelon thing but Pony kept getting his right mixed up with his left and Poobah became quite agitated and fell back, maybe cursing us as he did so. Anyway, after facing a long stretch on Winchester into the wind, we reached Lithopolis and then Canal, with 35 miles and a 20.6 average. The Boss' group had a 21.7 average. Not sure if those 4 hung together to the end.