I took a pull out 161 and noted the A group was not very invigorated and rather than losing ground, we were slowly gaining. A red light allowed us to all group and probably 25 were together at that point. The green light spurred Retro George and he rode by to assume the lead, despite me yelling at him to get back in line and with that, the pace picked up to a normal A pace. We zoomed out 161 to 310 and then a right onto Jersey Mill. Oh well, I spit the bit and soft pedaled, just hoping to reach Alexandria before the B group, which had drifted out of the pack along 161. Sure enough they came by and I hopped on, going out Raccoon Valley Road before making a left onto Hardscrabble and that long uphill. Eventually, we made it to Jug and Recumbent Dude was taking a pull although by now he was leaking oil like a Model T. The 3 weeks of heavy eating in India was taking its toll and with his head down, he failed to notice a fallen GINORMOUS tree that had a limb the diameter of a telephone pole sticking over the road. I was in the 3rd position behind Jon the Dentist, who saw the limb and swerved. I looked up just in time for the impact. No kidding, without a helmet I would have been out cold and the sudden loss of momentum caused those behind to take emergency maneuvering to avoid crashing. As I shook the stars from my head I good naturedly admonished Nathan with a “Dude, you’re supposed to point that stuff out for us.”. Too funny.
We finished with 38 miles and a 20.5 average. The lead group finished with a 22.3mph average.