Ten of us showed up in Granville. Today's route was to follow Tym Tyler's Licking County Humane ride route. Since I've signed up for the ride (May 18th got to www.tacosports.org to sign up), I thought it would be ok to pull the route off "ridewithgps" and follow the very helpful pink arrows found on the road. The day got off to a bad start while sitting in my car adjusting clothing, Steve O began banging on my window. He wanted to borrow a jacket for the ride and borrow a brown belt for use later at a retirement party he was to attend. This put me off my routine and I placed my car keys on the passenger seat. There they stayed until after I locked the car and discovered the keys were not with me. Fortunately, being only 5 miles from my house, it was a problem easily solved after the ride.
Crazy George rolled in, along with Dustin, Brian, Dirty Dan, Jeff S, Flyin Tuna, Corvair, Steve O and Mark C. We shoved off, not realising that Mark C was in the rest room but he eventually caught up. Temperature was hovering in the low 50's and sptting a little rain so I put on my rain jacket prior to the start. Big mistake.
George dropped back fairly quickly as we followed a good route with some new roads. However, after only 20 miles, some of us decided we had had enough and they gathered on one corner with the balance of the group on the opposite. Each of these guys should have a capital "L" on their forehead for abandoning so soon. Really not a surprise other than Dustin being with them. Old Chubbs is still a shadow of his old self but with the next 5 months of no work and all play, that will change quickly.
We got on to I think Mary Furnace Road, which is kind of sketchy but if you stay alert it is fine and rolled into Wilkens Corner. Pies were for sale and there was some talk of taking the scissors to Flyin Tuna's jersey to convert 3 pockets into one so we could fit a pecan and apple pie in there. We got back on the road, rolling through Hanover while I began to lose enthusiasm for the ride. Wind, clouds, cold and my jersey was soaked from wearing the non breathing rain jacket and well, I gave Corvair the map at a food stop then rode alongside Dan and told him what were my plans, asking him to keep quiet for 100 yards and then bolted out of the group heading west. Finished with 55 miles and found the replacement set of keys once back home. I hear the others finished with 65 miles as they too had cut the route a little short. One thing for sure, we had no regrets about not being able to to TOSRV. Yikes, that wind on Sunday out of the west must have made for an interesting day.