Flyin Tuna Ride to Pancake Ride

The Flyin Tuna Bladensburg Pancake Ride.  Not an official event but it seems all one has to do is mention Bladensburg pancakes associated with any ride and folks come out in droves.  My mistake was attaching Tuna with the ride name and that kept them 
away in droves.  So, only 12 of us showed up for what I promoted as a flatish ride but in fact was quite a bit more, despite my best efforts to cull some of the major climbs.  Here, Tri Andrew, preparing for the Pittsburg Dirty Dozen ride, chats with Reynoldsburg Dan, who is riding very strong in the off season.

We headed out of  Granville, got on to Dry Creek, over to 661 and up the hill to Cambria Mill, which split our group and so, Steve O, Tri Andrew, Dan, Ricky G, Mitch O and I got away from Kenda's Janet, Paul & Dave, Tuna, Mark V and Corvair.  We were  missing some of the usual suspects such as Mark C, working security for a church  camp (Barney Fife without the bullet), Jeff S in MI, Grand Poobah somewhere and  many others.  Where were all of you?????  We climbed Welch Hill Road over to Dry  Creek again, left on 657, Peston, Weaver, St Louisville, Dog Hollow, Blacksnake,  Cooksey, Bell Church, eventually on to Divan, then HenPeck
and finally into  B-burg at 36 miles and lots of climbing.

Having already eaten  breakfast and knowing that if I entered the restaurant I'd waddle out with a  hamburger and fries in my tummy, I stopped at the gas station while the others  made a beeline for the eatery.  Soon the others arrived and they too made for  the greasy spoon except for the Kendas, who exclaimed, "Lunch is for wimps".   These hard core types wanted only to do a stop-n-go and I felt obligated to show  them the way back so we quickly fled the town while the others shoved vast  quantities of food in their mouths.  Here, Mitch O prepares to descend on a  thousand calorie meal while......

....a wide-eyed Mark V  and Corvair dove in to their food.  The Kendas wanted a bit of a more direct  route back and so we headed directly into the southern head winds and over time, reached Granville with 65 miles and 3900' of climbing.  Good time with good people, as is the norm.