We headed out 161 but got off it quickly and over to Cable, up Col du Alward, out Hollow but then, something different, a left on Watkins and an extended stretch on Wesleyan Church. Kenda Rick was struggling a bit since he has been off his bike more then most. Off season is odd. During the season, I gaze around the parking lot and think, "That guy will kick my ass today", "That guy will grind me to dust", "She's going to make me cry", "I'll be in pain following that guy", etc... With the offseason, fitness level is sporadic and you never know except for one guy and that's Mark V, also known as March Mark because he's been on the trainer and he is already at peak riding stamina. Also, although the start of the ride was cold, after a few miles the sun had its effect and we were all toasty and the temperature was never an issue.
Flyin Tuna pointed out to everyone that the fabric of my jersey appeared to be stretched from the zipper, suggesting some great stomach was forcing the spread (actually just a defective jersey that I wear in the winter). Of course this produced howls of laughter from Janet and Amanda, who have it in for me for some unknown reason.
We headed northeast via Hankinson, left on Cambria Mill, down 661, left on Dry Creek, up Stone Quarry, right on Northridge, left on Castle and the hills and distance began to take their toll with some stretching out of the peloton. Grand Poobah recovered from the Stromboli and actually took a pull on Jug but with the wind coming out of the south, rode right of the white line and I simply pointed this out as I was next in line and getting eaten by the crosswind. For this I was called a whiner! We finally arrived back at the parking lot with 54 miles and 2300' of climbing.