Ohhhhh, that northwest wind made the 62 degree parking lot temperature feel like 35. Dennis and I stared at each other and had just about mutually decided not to ride when at 4:50pm, SuperDave pulled in and we decided to go, and glad we did. Dave was especially motivated, having just come from a work required physical that produced a hard to believe judgment about his weight. Of course, the blog never attempts to embarrass so I have to leave it at that but you may want to ask him. I suspect he'll be at all future rides. We headed out Jug, worked over to Caswell and the climb into Johnstown. To that point, I had managed to arrange my pulls to the down wind or neutral wind sections but found myself pulling up Caswell into a stiff wind. I don't like this concept of pulling and pine for the comfort of larger groups. This small group riding where you have to man-up, sucks. We headed out Concord and at the Castle intersection, turned right instead of left. My original route had 36 miles and a left turn on Castle, then Sportsman Club and Northridge before a return on Concord but with the wind and a sluggish average I thought it best to abandon that square. So, down Castle to Duncan Plains, 310 to Miller and eventually back on Jug. We passed an attractive woman standing in her front yard who yelled something pleasant to us. I'm so used to the lame, "Get off the f***kin road." shouts that I was startled by this. We tried to guess what she had actually said and all I can say is Dennis has a very vivid imagination. We pulled into the parking lot with 30 miles and 19.7 average. I hear Jeff's roving ride on Saturday is a spectacular route going through peak leaf viewing areas. With the Buckeyes kick-off at 7:00, I am debating doing the 100 mile route.
Mark is a long-time cyclist who enjoys poking fun at himself but most especially at his friends. No nicknames or comments are intended to offend, accept them in the humor they are intended.