Weather forecast said no rain until noon. Radar suggested otherwise so no surprise that many people opted out of the Woodstock ride. Still, there was a pretty good crowd, including Ted M giving us an update on his recovery from a nasty crash last month. His front tire fell into a crack in the asphalt on a screaming descent and sent him over the handlebars. Ted is back on the bike for solo rides and will be back in group rides soon..
Plenty of debate about clothing choices and I made some stupid ones. Dressed for 50 degrees but should have dressed for 50 degrees and bone chilling wet instead. Jeff S, Flyin Tuna, Kenda Janet, March Mark V and I headed out on the flatish route but had already scaled back our distance goals from 100 to 60 miles. Note Kenda J's clothing choices required a complete canvassing of the vehicle with all 5 doors open at one time, as Mark V pointed out.
It began raining by 8:01, just as we shoved off from the parking lot but it was light and spotty. Soon, the intensity picked up, the road puddled and we were soaked save for the area protected by the rain jacket. We paused under the Route 23 overpass to examine our alternatives. No one wanted to keep riding if the current state of affairs remained....steady, cold rain. Because I calculated Kenda Janet would be the first to abandon and take a straight shot back to the parking lot, I simply said I would support whatever my Kenda buddy planned to do. No ulterior motive there eh? Unfortunately, the rain paused and we decided to stay on the route, eventually arriving in Kilbourne at the small market. My feet were numb and once Janet began making frequent noises about cutting the route short, I adopted the, "Oh I can't let her ride back alone" routine. After all, how could I ever look Kenda Paul in the eye if something happened to Janet, riding alone? Yes, a humanitarian I am. Finished with 42 wet miles.