Ted M on the right, Tall Dude (Donn) on the left. Ted fell a couple of weeks ago, separating a shoulder and bruising ribs so he is at 1/2 pace right now. Tall Dude went over his handle bars a few weeks ago but escaped major injury. Nevertheless, he has not been riding much because his normal riding buddies either don't like to ride in the heat (Roy) or were involved in a car accident (Ross' car was T-boned). Too bad.
We kept going for a long time out Winchester until turning left on Fairfield Royalton. The next few miles all the way out to Cedar Hill were a combination of many rollers that had a debilitating effect and at mile 17, Poobah dropped and soon thereafter, John S dropped too. As we slowed to turn right on Cedar Hill, I joked to Steve that it had been fun but.... suddenly, someone punched it out of the corner up the hill and I got gapped and quickly folded like a cheap suit. So, at mile 19, I was done with a 21.1 average. I stayed on the route for a little while but glancing back toward Canal, noticed several areas of showers in the distance. I turned around and soon was enveloped in light rain. Within about a mile of Lithopolis, it began pouring and I skidded to a stop under a large pine that gave decent cover. The wind began to howl with severe gusts and my shelter was soon engulfed in rain coming at me sideways. Thoroughly soaked and becoming chilled, I remounted the bike and plodded on but within a mile, the rain stopped and the sun kind of came out through a narrow slit of clouds producing a fabulous mix of orange and purple.