Riding with Real Bs

I hit the Westerville ride but wanted to just burn some calories and save energy for an A ride on Thursday.  Poobah, Hans and 7 others headed out with the A group and then a throng of Bs hit the Hoover Dam crossing.  There was a guy wearing white cargo shorts with a blazing orange T-shirt and black belt, a guy with green shorts with camouflage accents who could maintain a perch between the white line and oblivion while also swerving wildly yet never falling off the road or crossing white.  Amazing, kind of like how Poobah would ride if intoxicated. 

Out of the crowd of 30, there was eventually a move by a few to separate themselves and a mad reshuffling took place and I joined in and we had 6-7 out front but as soon as we had a small gap from the large group, the pace slowed and we were gobbled back up into the hungry maw.  We continued for awhile and I think eventually, there was some thinning when we hit a long 3% uphill section, the queen climb on the route.  We arrived at a junction where those wanting the shorter 30 mile option made a right and those of us hungry for a lot more, the 32 mile option, turned left.

At some point, we had reduced the group to 10 and I was at the front with another guy on a long straight stretch when we approached a turn and we both yelled, "Straight?" and both heard, "Straight" as the reply.  We got just past the turn and everyone was turning right and yelling, "Right! Right!".  The two of us slowed and turned around and the pack was gone.  Not very sporting of them.  We eventually caught the group and eventually got down to 4 guys and finished with a 19.8mph average and 575' of climbing.