At 4:00pm, "weather.com" showed 10% chance of rain but by 5:30, the skies to the north were darkening so Jon and French Climbing Machine check weather radar....uh oh.
Kristie arrives but again parks her baked treats far from the maddening crowd. I need to buy orange cones and put them in a prominent parking spot, reserved for the baker. Hey, the most brilliant guy in the parking lot, Don on the left. I still glow from his acknowledging that this blog is a beacon of truth.
Check the sky, above right. Chris G and Scott Billman.
My ongoing effort to capture everyone at least once yielded this result. Obviously, he is not accustomed to a stranger pointing a camera at him for no apparent reason. Remember to smile.
A small turnout. Check out the dude on the far right with those wild blue socks and then to his left, a guy with no socks. I honestly do not know what is the norm these days or maybe there isn't one. White socks, black socks, blue socks no socks...I think I used to read a book having that title by Doctor Suess awhile ago.
Oh and then "The Bike" rolled in. I think Marty is a tad embarrassed by the attention and so I must do my utmost to keep the publicity glare going. It seems we are a house divided, white rims or black rims. I think it is classier with the black but those who prefer gaudiness, probably the youngsters, prefer white.
Too soon though, our attention turned back to radar and it looked like the above, pure ugliness, going northwest to southeast and appeared it would cut across our path as we headed east. Nonetheless, out I went with the A group which was small, maybe 9-10, Ron Budzik, Gus Cook, Scott B, Paul Stock, Rick, Axcel, Kristian, etc...
We made it this far, then through the roundabout which brought us face to face with roiling blackness. Rick triggered the exodus back to the parking lot. Four of us in one fell swoop. I got stuff back in the car and while driving east, I saw Axcel abandon and then others. Farmer Mike rode into the gas station seeking refuge as it began to rain...
....I returned home and began to toil in the garden when I heard a noise and dang, there went the Rivet group and I later learned other than wind and a very brief rain, they got around dry. Check out the Irish dude, Logan in green jersey now wearing black socks. I returned to weeding and reaping the reward of planting seeds weeks ago. Radishes, onions, pumpkins, corn and watermelon pulled from our rich soil. Many minutes went by when another noise and....
...the lone cyclist, Dirty Dan, rode by while shouting, "Loser". I took it he was calling himself that for having dropped so far from the pack and headed toward yet another post sunset arrival at the parking lot. I'll have the Saturday ride option up soon.
Mark is a long-time cyclist who enjoys poking fun at himself but most especially at his friends. No nicknames or comments are intended to offend, accept them in the humor they are intended.