We headed toward Tarleton into a very strong wind and bountiful sunshine. The good thing about a strong head wind, in fact the only good thing about a strong head wind, is it drowned out Mark's cries for us to slow down or to wait up. After awhile, it became a running joke between Steve and I...well mostly Steve, to announce "Cindy just dropped again" or "Amanda just got popped again" or "Janet caught back up so we can go" and on and on, eventually running out of women's names to describe the fun Steve was having at Mark's expense. That Steve, always one to dig into the ribs of his cycling buddies.
I have major news to report. The restroom at the above gas station is no longer rated E-. Instead, a cleaning took place some time in the last couple of months and it is now a solid D, according to Mark. I did not have the guts to walk in there and look for myself, instead wanting to keep the contents of my stomach in place. We finished with 51 miles, putting Steve over 200 for the month while I finished at 306. Probably the first and last time I ride more in a month then either Steve or Mark. Forcast not looking good for anything other than a hike/trail run so probably that is the plan but I'll put up more once it becomes known.