Last night was the first official New Albany ride, something I had been anticipating for awhile as there were several fueds simmering over the winter that were to be settled. As I predicted to one friend, "There will be blood on the street". Alas, not both sides of the fueds were there so will have to wait another week for the throwdown. Anyway, we left the parking lot and as usual, the warm-up, which is a group riding side-by-side engaged in inane conversation for a mile or two, quickly became a single file with everyone grabbing a wheel to stay attached. The new Boss of Thursday's peloton, Jamie "group killer" Roberts was happy grinding away at the front. oblivious to the desperate souls trailing behind him. A Cockerspaniel added more drama when it darted from its yard, causing Satan to swing left into me, me into another guy who ended up in a ditch.