While Craig B is the unquestioned Boss of the peloton, pre-ride activities are presided over by the boss of the parling lot, sometimes referred to as "Sarge", Donna O, shown on the right with Peggy. Donna rules the parking lot with an iron fist and most of us become trembling, weak kneed and spineless in her presence. She can and has blackballed cyclists for violating rules. No appeal, just one day the cyclist is there and the next he is not. Fear the Parking Lot Boss!
Mitch O, a great guy and never without a large set of keys attached to his waist. They must be the spare set for opening the President's "football" of nuclear codes because the keys are never out of sight. Mitch even snaps them onto his cycling shorts.
The evening's early buzz was speculation over The Boss' whereabouts. Craig rarely misses the Tuesday beat-down and we refused to believe we may escape being taken to the woodshed until 6:00pm arrived. In Craig's place were the usual assortment of Bianchi Bi twosome, 3 Jenis, 3 Walker guys, Mitch T, Steve O, Jeff, Kevin H, Randy D, Retro George, Andrew and several other strong types.