At some point, I began noticing a not unplesant odor that grew stronger and stronger. As we crested a ramp we could see a cyclist approaching and son-of-a-gun if it was not Kevin H, a.k.a. Pepe Lapew. That powerful colonge he wears for the rides carries a far distance. Despite my eyes watering, I'm sure it was him, out training for a return to the Canal ride.
We made a left somewhere and had a nice kind of up hill stretch but at kind of a high speed. Our group was down to Steve, Mark C, Nathan, Mitch, Poobah (or was that Keith and Todd had dropped, hard to tell them apart at a glance), Dennis and maybe Ryan. We reached Cedar Hill at mile 18 and out of the blue, the notion of a short cut appealed to me and I said "see ya later" and was greeted with derision and catcalls, which is to be expected. Dennis, fearing I would make off with his spare water bottle, escorted me in to Canal where we finished with 30 miles and a 20mph average. The long route was 36 miles and don't know the details of the finish.