Our swarm pulled out of the parking lot, hit the corner and then, BOOM. Shannon turned on the after burners and we rocketed out 161, turned left at Kitzmiller, jetted out to Jug, turning left and accelerated. Meanwhile, Dustin was commenting to me that the road felt like it was rolling and then a few minutes later, POW! Flat tire. A few minutes later, POW! Paul Stock with a flat, the group spread to avoid, reformed and the group rolled on, inexorably onward. The speed and intensity began taking its toll, Rick M drifted back (knowing his ride schedule, he had probably already done 100 that day), I jumped across the gap while noting Lisa drifting back, Dennis then Ron but kept my nose close to Mick's wheel when suddenly, a largish gap opened in front of him. Too late to notice and too tired to cover it was over for me. Mick, Lisa and I turned left on Clover Valley, then Dennis caught up and we arrived at Miller Road to find the lead group turning around and re-emerging onto Clover Valley.
We joined back up with the wind whipping across the road but I was fine and just before turning right and down wind onto Green Chapel, I had a vision. Yes, I could see the future clearly, I was going to ride with the group all the way to Louden and then turning south, I would get cut out with the cross wind and ride all the way back into that freakin wind, of which I am sick of now. I sat up and turned around, finishing with 15 miles and a 20.4 avg. I've been looking at my ride results over the last several weeks, not good.