I heard around 100 showed for the Woodstock ride and considering the conditions, that's more surprising then getting Grand Poobah out of warm Lancaster but he made it, as did a bevy of other of central Ohio's fittest, including Dan R, Kenda Janet, Kenda Dave, Jimmy, Kevin K, Jeff S, Corvair, Flyin Tuna, a good crop of Roll members including Larry P and....wait for it....Lisa A!
I admit, this is one of my least favorite routes, flat, way too many turns, curious routing through sub divisions, circuitous routing through towns but geesh, who put down those road markings? One turn marking placed at intersections is a recipe for disaster but everyone stayed upright so that's good.
Kenda Dave and Corvair. Dave, also known as Kwai Chang Caine or Karate Kid III, has been taking Karate for awhile and suffered a kick to the ribs from his sensa. The pain became so bad he went in for x-rays and upon returning to the mat, took another roundhouse kick to the same ribs. Ouch.
Although I posed, paying homage to a famous sign. I was deeply offended that Poobah would ask me to pose for this given there were 3 Kendas in the group. A group that is far more notorious then I for shortcutting.
As we gathered in a market, somewhere in some small town, Team Roll rolled in including Larry P and none other than Lisa A. She is back on the bike and the peloton has missed that beeming smile and a winning personality that is rivaled only by Kenda Janet and of course, me.
Seating was limited so we sat on the floor, including Evie, who bought a bag of nuts. Having difficulty opening the bag, she asked Larry P for help. Larry tore open the bag, spilling some of the contents but I'm sure the mice will be happy after the store closes. We finished with 60 very windy miles.
On Sunday, I hooked up with the John Martin's group out of Granville. There were about 20 of us including Lon Herman, Tym & Lisa Tyler, Jon, Anthony and Kim Sada, Katherine Graham, Steve Fields and a few tri-types.
We rolled out and did a simple route to Millersport and returned via Canyon Road. Only 40 miles but that was good as on Monday, I joined a group of permanently unemployed and one government worker (how do you tell them apart?) for a 102 mile flogging into Hocking Hills and back. Another windy day.