My weight has been rocketing up the chart since the start of August, coinciding with less riding and more eating. Deciding it was too early to begin putting on the "Winter "10", I got the snacking under control for now. After a good trail run Monday evening and a ride to Somerset with Flyin Tuna on Tuesday morning, I arrived for the Tuesday evening Canal ride on fumes but obligated to be there to record the events. Damn, it was hot too for a late September ride. The shady area became populated early but by only 34 people at the start of the ride.
Including in the mix was a large contingent of A's but no Da Boss. Instead, the young guns were out, 2 Jenis, Billy C and friend on left and the guy in white in the middle. Also there were Mark C, Steve O, Poobah, Dennis, Jeff S, Tri Andrew, Claude...total of 16 A's.
Dean Wormer (Mitch) handed out the maps and instructions, here with Pepe Le Pew.
Arriving late was Amanda. She'd be perfect as a ride leader for next year but alas, a ride leader can not arrive at 5:59 and still get the job done. We hit Waterloo, passing the church on the right and heading up the ramp prior to the "S" curve. The front appeared disorganized at first but suddenly, the group went to single file and we tore through the curve and up the long stretch toward Lithopolis. Someone was setting a remorseless pace at the front and in time, a sizable gap opened in front of Jeff S, with Dennis, Andrew, Mark C and me behind. Knowing Jeff to be among the wisest of the wise men of the peloton, I did not panic and assumed he had a plan. Mark C, not sharing my faith, leaped around us and reattached to the group. After a mile or two, we arrived at the stop sign in Lithopolis and there was the group. That Jeff just knew, some how, the group would be held up and so did not want to needlessly waste energy. Reformed, we all worked our way through the town and out Elder, pausing at #674. Cars were approaching from the right but all got across except Dennis. Someone yelled "Hold up" and I yelled the usual, "Neutral Zone" but tonight, the beast was hungry and it wasn't stopping for anything.
The beast roared down Elder and up the longish ramp to turn right on Winchester. I glanced back and saw the forlorn figure of Dennis and so dropped off the back to give him someone with whom to ride (OK, it's possible the decision was made for me too with the scintillating pace). I skipped the turn onto Winchester, intending to get back on the route when it emerged onto Lancaster Road off Richardson. We turned left on Walnut Creek Pike and eventually, the group approached, a little smaller but damn, there was Poobah still hanging on. Must have attached his bike to someone with a bungee cord! Wow, the group was moving fast but I timed my jump and latched on, as did Dennis. We motored along but I noticed Dennis was drifting off again and so....I dropped off too (OK, it's possible I had no other option). Another short cut at St. Paul put us back on the route on Goodman but from there, never saw the group out on the road again. Fairly uneventful balance of the ride and arrived in the parking lot with only 25 of the possible 30 miles prescribed by the map. Mark C, Steve, O, 2 Jeni's, Billy C and friend and one other came in with a 23.1mph average.
This image is being floated around the internet, purportedly to be me, sitting in a sheriff's cruiser. This loser does somewhat resemble me but this is not me and if it were me, it would not be of me in the back of a cruiser. Clever Photoshopping or something.